Here you will find the Poem Long-Felt Desires of poet Louise Labe
Long-felt desires, hopes as long as vain-- sad sighs--slow tears accustomed to run sad into as many rivers as two eyes could add, pouring like fountains, endless as the rain-- cruelty beyond humanity, a pain so hard it makes compassionate stars go mad with pity: these are the first passions I've had. Do you think love could root in my soul again? If it arched the great bow back again at me, licked me again with fire, and stabbed me deep with the violent worst, as awful as before, the wounds that cut me everwhere would keep me shielded, so there would be no place free for love. It covers me. It can pierce no more.
