Epitaph for a 22 year old student, placed 1878 in Tokyo. Did not expect to be so moved this morning while editing this text. Happy Saturday Petalers
well... what's on tap for the weekend?
as for me, well... i know you didn't ask, but...
i have spent the morning listening to Object Blue and reading love sonnets from the 16th century
i know you didn't ask... but here's a taste...
How sweet your glances, how lovely your eyes,
Small gardens blooming with amorous flowers,
Love's sharp arrows darting from their bowers,
My eyes lingering on yours, taking no fright.
O treacherous heart, my cruelest private part,
So have you held me in your iron sway,
So have I cried my lovesick days away,
With my core so utterly torn apart!
Thus you, my eyes, have taken much delight
In being the lucky objects of his sight:
But you, my heart, seeing my eyes' pleasure,
The more you envy, the more you despair:
Let none believe that I'm at ease, aware
My heart & eyes are so out of measure.
— Louise Labé (trans. Richard Sieburth)