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30 Mar 01 - 02:05 PM (#429405) Subject: Poem of the Day (Mar 30) From: Peter T. Just for the heck of it. One of Petrarch's most beautiful late poems, lamenting his lost Laura: All of my flowering youth was gone, And I had begun to feel the beginnings of the cooling of the heart, and the onset of fear that never again would love Come to me. But just then, my dear enemy, Finally beginning to overcome her fears, At last playfully turned towards joy, And me. Oh, the time was infinitely close when Desire And Love would come together, and lovers At last could sit together and laugh, confiding. Death, envying this bliss -- or rather envying The almost fulfillment of our long hope -- rushed between us, like an attacking army. (free trans. Peter T.) |
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30 Mar 01 - 02:21 PM (#429418) Subject: RE: Poem of the Day (Mar 30) From: Peg beautiful translation Peter! Did you translate it from the original? (not sure I know what language that might have been--I'm guessing Greek?) peg |
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30 Mar 01 - 02:42 PM (#429435) Subject: RE: Poem of the Day (Mar 30) From: Peter T. It is Italian, 14th century, a sonnet -- part of the Canzoniere, Petrarch's collection of exquisite poems, hundreds of them. yours, Peter T. |