Francesco Petrarch Poems

Bitter tears pour down my face
with an anguished storm of sighing,
when my eyes chance to turn on you
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There are creatures in the world with such other
vision that it is protected from the full sun:
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I have offered you my heart a thousand times
O my sweet warrior, only to make peace
with your lovely eyes: but it does not please you
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The time to labour, for every animal
that inhabits earth, is when it is still day,
except for those to whom the sun is hateful:
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Alone and thoughtful, through the most desolate fields,
I go measuring out slow, hesitant paces,
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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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