Pierre de Ronsard (1524-1585) Translated from the French by Terese Coe

From orchards, and gardens, and house I move on, From porcelain and goblets engraved by the potter, On to the final rites, much like the swan Whose death song is sung by Meander’s water. It’s done. I’ve unraveled the thread of my fate” I have lived. My name holds its old . . . . Continue Reading »