As someone on his back for months of illness
would leave the bed one morning; tries and tries
with little help from bone or muscle, striving
upward, he doubles over, cannot rise;
just so with me: I struggle against loving;
wish to believe what thought assures me of,
only cannot, cannot - no strength remaining
after the long infirmity of love.
By Ausiàs March
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