Francesco Petrarch Poems

Blessed be the day, and the month, and the year,
and the season, and the time, and the hour, and the moment,
and the beautiful country, and the place where I was joined
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Heavenly Father, after the lost days,
after the nights spent wandering,
with that fierce desire that burned in my heart,
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She let her gold hair scatter in the breeze
that twined it in a thousand sweet knots,
and wavering light, beyond measure, would burn
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A new young angel carried by her wings
descended from the sky to the green bank,
there where I passed, alone, to my destiny,
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The heavens have revolved for seventeen years
since I first burned, and I am never quenched:
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That wandering paleness which conceals
the sweet smile in a loving mist,
offered itself to my heart with such majesty
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Clear, sweet fresh water
where she, the only one who seemed
woman to me, rested her beautiful limbs:
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Love leads me on, from thought to thought,
from mountain to mountain, since every path blazed
proves opposed to the tranquil life.
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What do I feel if this is not love?
But if it is love, God, what thing is this?
If good, why this effect: bitter, mortal?
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To make a graceful act of revenge,
and punish a thousand wrongs in a single day,
Love secretly took up his bow again,
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