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VA Pour Vapour
If one lover I lose
two replace as hot wire,
though vow, promise I use
to divert, set pace higher,
perjure, promise recuse,
soon in Time’s wind expire.
When a fair face I see
I feel sudden afire,
but for life lock love’s key
ain’t my style spite my lyre.
Constant court paid, for me,
is not goal I require
More flighty than moon, -
free range change I admire, -
blond, brunette, free to spoon.
Constant cravings soon tire:
both brunette, blond too soon
senses sap, jade desire.
poem
by
Pierre Corneille
, translated by Jonathan Robin
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