Las Flores del Romero, Doña Isabel,
Hoy son Flores azules, mañana serán miel.
As well as,
Quand vous serez bien vieille, au soir, á la chandelle,
Assise auprès du feu, dévidant et filant,
Direz, chantant mes vers, en vous émerveillant:
Ronsard me célébrait du temps que j'étais belle.
The one so gaily, irresistibly sweet and jocund, the other so bitterly, unfairly exploitative and cruel--and both so very beautiful--I confess, I do see something glittering, like the glare of a Gorgons' eye, at the bottom of the cup full of gall and venom of heterosexual passion, which draws me to it, helplessly entranced.
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