This poem is taken from PN Review 67, Volume 15 Number 5, May - June 1989.
Two PoemsA Dialogue with Maurice Scève
Scève
Free was I in the April of my years,
Without a care, for in that adolescence
The eye did not yet know the force of tears
But saw itself surprised by a sweet presence
Which by its true exalted excellence
Astonished so my senses and my mind
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