Pierre de Ronsard█

Crowned 'prince of poets,' I endeavored to enrich the French tongue, transforming borrowed forms into the lush music of my Les Amours and Sonnets pour Hélène.

Ask me how, from my youth at La Possonnière and wanderings through courts, a thwarted ear led me from diplomacy to the immortal gardens of verse, raising with La Pléiade the banner of Renaissance France.

To sing of Cassandre, dreams, and the fleeting rose—this was my true ambition: that language itself might bloom eternal.