Here you will find the Poem I Flee The City, Temples, And Each Place of poet Louise Labe
I flee the city, temples, and each place where you took pleasure in your own lament, where you used every forceful argument to make me yield what I could not replace. Games, masques, tournaments bore me and I sigh and I dream no beauty that is not of you. And so I try to kill my passion too, forcing another image to my eye, hoping to break away from tender thought. Deep in the woods I found a lonely trail, and after wandering in a maze I sought to put you wholly out of mind. I fail. Only outside my body can I live or else in exile like a fugitive.
