Whoso List to Hunt

Whoso list to hunt, I know where is an hind, But as for me, hélas, I may no more. The vain travail hath wearied me so sore, I am of them that farthest cometh behind.

Yet may I by no means my wearied mind Draw from the deer, but as she fleeth afore Fainting I follow. I leave off therefore, Sithens in a net I seek to hold the wind.

Who list her hunt, I put him out of doubt, As well as I may spend his time in vain. And graven with diamonds in letters plain

There is written her fair neck round about: “Noli me tangere, for Caesar’s I am, And wild for to hold though I seem tame”.

Imagen de portada: Iván Krassoievitch, Poemas sintéticos de José Juan Tablada (Prólogo y La noche), 2017. Cortesía del artista y de Proyectos Monclova.