Embrasse-moi, mon coeur...

Remy Belleau 1528 (Nogent-le-Rotrou) – 1577 (Paris)

Embrasse-moi, mon coeur, baise-moi, je t'en prie,
Presse-moi, serre-moi ! À ce coup je me meurs !
Mais ne me laisse pas en ces douces chaleurs :
Car c'est à cette fois que je te perds, ma vie.

Mon ami, je me meurs et mon âme assouvie
D'amour, de passions, de plaisirs, de douceurs,
S'enfuit, se perd, s'écoule et va loger ailleurs,
Car ce baiser larron me l'a vraiment ravie.

Je pâme ! Mon ami ! mon ami, je suis morte !
Hé ! ne me baisez plus, au moins de cette sorte.
C'est ta bouche, mon coeur, qui m'avance la mort.

Ote-la donc, m'amour, ote-la, je me pâme !
Ote-la, mon ami, ote-la, ma chère âme,
Ou me laisse mourir en ce plaisant effort !

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Remy Belleau

Remy Belleau was a poet of the French Renaissance. He is most known for his paradoxical poems of praise for simple things and his poems about precious stones. Remy was born in Nogent-le-Rotrou. A nobleman, he did his studies under Marc Antoine Muret and George Buchanan. As a student, he became friends with the young poets Jean de La Péruse, Étienne Jodelle, Jean de La Taille and Pierre de Ronsard and the latter incorporated Remy into the "La Pléiade", a group of revolutionary young poets. Belleau's first published poems were odes, les Petites Inventions, inspired by the ancient lyric Greek collection attributed to Anacreon and featuring poems of praise for such things as butterflies, oysters, cherries, coral, shadows, turtles. In the 1560s, Belleau tried his hand at a mixed verse and prose form modeled on the Italian pastoral Arcadia by Jacopo Sannazaro: this became La Bergerie, in which narration is interspersed with poems on love and the countryside. His last work, les Amours et nouveaux Eschanges des Pierres precieuses, is a poetic description of gems and their properties inspired by medieval and renaissance lapidary catalogues. He died in Paris. more…

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