Caprice
by Sor Juana Inés de la Cruz (1651-1695)
Who thankless flees me, I with love pursue,Who loving follows me, I thankless flee;To him who spurns my love I bend the knee,His love who seeks me, cold I bid him rue;I find as diamond him I yearning woo,Myself a diamond when he yearns for me;Who slays my love I would victorious see,While slaying him who wills me blisses true.To favor this one is to lose desire,To crave that one, my virgin pride to tame;On either hand I face a prospect dire,Whatever path I tread, the goal the same:To be adored by him of whom I tire,Or else by him who scorns me brought to shame.
