Hey, here’s one that I’m sure you will love just as much as me. Please enjoy. It really struck a cord with me today.
“I only like two kinds of men, domestic and imported.” -Mae West
Since I Am Condemned
by Sor Juana Ines de la Cruz
Since I’m condemned to death
by your decree, Fabio,
and don’t appeal, resist or flee
the wrathful judgment, hear me,
for there’s no culprit of such guilt
should be refused confession.
Because, you say, you’ve been informed
my breast has caused offence to you,
I stand condemned, ferocious one.
Does uncertain news, not fact,
achieve more in your obdurate breast
than experience of so many truths?
If you’ve believed in others’, Fabio,
why not believe in your own eyes?
Why, reversing the sense of Law,
deliver to the rope my neck?
You’re as liberal with your rigours
as meanly strict with favours.
If I have looked at other eyes, Fabio,
kill me with your wrathful eyes.
If I serve another care,
let your implacable anger serve me.
And if another’s love diverts me,
you, who’ve been my life, strike me dead.
If I have viewed another with delight,
never be delight in our mutual looks;
if with another I engaged in pleasant speech,
let your eternal displeasure point at me.
And if another love disturbs my sense,
chase out of me my soul, who’ve been my soul.
But as I die without resisting
my unhappy lot, my only wish
is you allow me choose the death I like.
Let my death be of my choice,
for your mere choice
continues me in life.
Let me not die of harshness, Fabio,
when I can die of love.
That will do you credit,
redeem me, since to die for love,
not for guilt, is no less a death,
but more an honoured one.
And now, finally, I seek your pardon
for all the wrongs I did to you through love.
Wrongs they are and they deserve your scorn.
Your offence is just in my accosting you,
because by loving you
I turn you to ingratitude.