Love made me laugh and cry, but never didGiovambattista Strozzi. 1593.
I write except in fire, in water, or in wind;
Often I found that mercy
Was cruel, always feeling myself die as others lived.
Sometimes from a darker abyss I rose to the sky,
Sometimes I fell down again;
Here at last I make my final stand!
Saturday, 15 December 2012
Poem: Love made me laugh and cry
I'm going to pull this out of an earlier post, where it's buried at the bottom; because it's such a lovely little poem: