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Hillary- I'm pulling a sick day tomorrow. About our poem stuff; I printed out both an English and French version, and I have an analysis of that poem as well, so the only thing left is a visual and our individual sonnets. I might get started on that tomorrow- if you want to do anything in class (if he gives you guys time), promininent images are drowning/burning, laughing/crying, withering/blooming
Actually, here's an English version if you wanna be proactive. Just giving you a heads-up.
I live, I die. I drown and I burn.
I shiver with cold and perish with heat.
I leap from anguish to delight; from sweet
To bitter. No two moments are the same.
Suddenly my laughter and my tears Join in a single instant, each pleasure
Aches with a hidden torment, and the night
Fades, yet endures. I wither and I bloom.
So Love leads me on forever.
And when I think I know the limits of pain
Without knowing, I find myself at peace.
When I think my joy is lasting and I see
Some future hope, some present certainty,
He returns and brings back the past again.
Louise Labé