Francesco Petrarch

(1304-1374 / Arezzo, Italy)

Francesco Petrarch Poems

1. At the foot of the hill where beauty's garment 6/10/2016
2. When the heavenly body that tells the hours 6/10/2016
3. Glorious pillar in whom rests 6/10/2016
4. I have not seen you, lady, 6/10/2016
5. If my life of bitter torment and of tears 6/10/2016
6. When from hour to hour among the other ladies 6/10/2016
7. My weary eyes, there, while I turn you 6/10/2016
8. I turn back at every step I take 6/10/2016
9. Grizzled and white the old man leaves 6/10/2016
10. Bitter tears pour down my face 6/10/2016
11. There are creatures in the world with such other 6/10/2016
12. I have offered you my heart a thousand times 6/10/2016
13. The time to labour, for every animal 6/10/2016
14. Alone and thoughtful, through the most desolate fields, 6/10/2016
15. Blessed be the day, and the month, and the year, 6/10/2016
16. Heavenly Father, after the lost days, 6/10/2016
17. She let her gold hair scatter in the breeze 6/10/2016
18. A new young angel carried by her wings 6/10/2016
19. The heavens have revolved for seventeen years 6/10/2016
20. That wandering paleness which conceals 6/10/2016
21. Clear, sweet fresh water 6/10/2016
22. Love leads me on, from thought to thought, 6/10/2016
23. What do I feel if this is not love? 6/10/2016
24. I find no peace, and yet I make no war: 6/10/2016
25. As at times in hot sunny weather 6/10/2016
26. Not Ticino, Po, Varo, Arno, Adige or Tiber 6/10/2016
27. No weary helmsman ever fled for harbour 6/10/2016
28. From what part of the heavens, from what idea 6/10/2016
29. Now that the sky and the earth and the wind are silent 6/10/2016
30. Full of a wandering thought that separates me 6/10/2016
31. Many times now, with my true thought, 6/10/2016
32. Through the midst of inhospitable, wild woods, 6/10/2016
33. A pure white hind appeared to me 6/10/2016
34. O beautiful hand that clutches my heart 6/10/2016
35. O little room that was once a refuge 6/10/2016
36. Who wishes to see what Nature can achieve 6/10/2016
37. Ah me, the beautiful face, ah me, the gentle look, 6/10/2016
38. The high column and the green laurel are broken 6/10/2016
39. Life flies, and never stays an hour, 6/10/2016
40. Sonnet 101 [Ways apt and new to sing of love I'd find] 6/10/2016
Best Poem of Francesco Petrarch

From 'Visions'

Being one day at my window all alone,
So manie strange things happened me to see,
As much as it grieveth me to thinke thereon.
At my right hand a hynde appear'd to mee,
So faire as mote the greatest god delite;
Two eager dogs did her pursue in chace.
Of which the one was blacke, the other white:
With deadly force so in their cruell race

They pincht the haunches of that gentle beast,
That at the last, and in short time, I spide,
Under a rocke, where she alas, opprest,
Fell to the ground, and there untimely ...

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Clear, sweet fresh water

‘Chiare, fresche et dolci acque,'

Clear, sweet fresh water
where she, the only one who seemed
woman to me, rested her beautiful limbs:
gentle branch where it pleased her
(with sighs, I remember it)
to make a pillar for her lovely flank:
grass and flowers which her dress

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