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06 Apr 01 - 08:58 AM (#434565) Subject: Poem of the Day (April 6) From: Peter T. Petrarch, 118: So now the sixteenth year is passed, and I am moving towards my end, and yet it seems to me that I have only begun Suffering. Oh, the bitter is sweet, and everything lost is a gain, and my life is hard. I pray That I live beyond these tough times, And I am so afraid that death will close her eyes Before my luck changes, and she at last turns her head My way. Here I am, I wish I were somewhere else; I wish that I wished for more, and wished no more, and unable to do any more, I do only what I can. These new tears come from my old desire. They prove that I haven't changed: Though I have turned a thousand times, I have not moved An inch. yours, Peter T. |
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06 Apr 01 - 09:14 AM (#434580) Subject: RE: Poem of the Day (April 6) From: Allan C. "And if I'm spared for one year more, and if God should grant me grace..." |
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06 Apr 01 - 10:06 AM (#434608) Subject: RE: Poem of the Day (April 6) From: Dave the Gnome Petrarch 1304-1374???
So now the sixteenth year is passed, And I thought it was only todays teenagers who were depressive. Is this what you would call early gothic? ;-) Always look on the bright side of life (M. Python.) Cheers Dave the Gnome |
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06 Apr 01 - 01:14 PM (#434717) Subject: RE: Poem of the Day (April 6) From: Peter T. Same guy. Proto-Renaissance, late Gothic. That is one of the cheerier ones. yours, Peter T. |