by Pierre de Ronsard (1524 - 1585)
Translation © by David Wyatt

Marie, baisez‑moy ; non, ne me baisez...
Language: French (Français) 
Available translation(s): ENG
[Marie]1, baisez-moy ; non, ne me baisez pas,
Mais tirez moy le cœur de vostre douce haleine ;
Non, ne le tirez pas, mais hors de chaque veine
Succez-moy toute l'ame esparse entre vos bras ;

Non, ne la succez pas ; car apres le trespas
Que serois-je sinon une semblance vaine,
Sans corps, desur la rive, où l'amour ne demeine
(Pardonne moy, Pluton) qu'en feintes ses esbas ?

Pendant que nous vivons, entr'aimons nous, Marie,
Amour ne regne point sur la troupe blesmie
Des morts, qui sont sillez d'un long somme de fer.

C'est abus que Pluton ait aimé Proserpine ;
Si doux soing n'entre point en si dure poitrine :
Amour regne en la terre et non point en enfer.

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1 de Bertrand: "Mignonne"; further changes may exist not shown above.


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  • ENG English (David Wyatt) , "Darling, kiss me", copyright © 2014, (re)printed on this website with kind permission

Researcher for this text: David Wyatt

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Darling, kiss me
Language: English  after the French (Français) 
Marie1, kiss me ; no, don't kiss me
But draw out my heart with your sweet breath;
No, don't draw it out, but from each vein
Suck out my whole soul, spread within your arms;

No, don't suck it out; for after my death
What would I be but an empty shade
With no body, upon the river where love dances
(Pardon me, Pluto) its frolics only in sham.

While we live, let us love one another, Marie,
Love does not reign at all over the pallid company
Of the dead, who are buried in a long, iron-hard sleep.

It's a lie that Pluto loved Proserpina;
So sweet a care never entered so harsh a breast;
Love reigns with the ladies, never in Hades.

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1 de Bertrand: "Darling"


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Text added to the website: 2014-01-15 00:00:00
Last modified: 2014-06-16 10:05:28
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Word count: 124