Francesco Petrarch

(1304-1374 / Arezzo, Italy)

Francesco Petrarch Poems

1. Canzone XVI 10/13/2015
2. Doth any Maiden Seek The Glorious Fame 10/24/2015
3. Sonnet 131 [I'd sing of Love in such a novel fashion] 6/10/2016
4. Sonnet 101 [Ways apt and new to sing of love I'd find] 6/10/2016
5. You who hear the sound, in scattered rhymes, 6/10/2016
6. To make a graceful act of revenge, 6/10/2016
7. It was on that day when the sun's ray 6/10/2016
8. What infinite providence and art 6/10/2016
9. When I utter sighs, in calling out to you 6/10/2016
10. My passion's folly is so led astray 6/10/2016
11. Greed and sleep and slothful beds 6/10/2016
12. At the foot of the hill where beauty's garment 6/10/2016
13. When the heavenly body that tells the hours 6/10/2016
14. Glorious pillar in whom rests 6/10/2016
15. I have not seen you, lady, 6/10/2016
16. If my life of bitter torment and of tears 6/10/2016
17. When from hour to hour among the other ladies 6/10/2016
18. My weary eyes, there, while I turn you 6/10/2016
19. I turn back at every step I take 6/10/2016
20. Grizzled and white the old man leaves 6/10/2016
21. Bitter tears pour down my face 6/10/2016
22. There are creatures in the world with such other 6/10/2016
23. I have offered you my heart a thousand times 6/10/2016
24. The time to labour, for every animal 6/10/2016
25. Alone and thoughtful, through the most desolate fields, 6/10/2016
26. Blessed be the day, and the month, and the year, 6/10/2016
27. Heavenly Father, after the lost days, 6/10/2016
28. She let her gold hair scatter in the breeze 6/10/2016
29. A new young angel carried by her wings 6/10/2016
30. The heavens have revolved for seventeen years 6/10/2016
31. That wandering paleness which conceals 6/10/2016
32. Clear, sweet fresh water 6/10/2016
33. Love leads me on, from thought to thought, 6/10/2016
34. What do I feel if this is not love? 6/10/2016
35. I find no peace, and yet I make no war: 6/10/2016
36. As at times in hot sunny weather 6/10/2016
37. Not Ticino, Po, Varo, Arno, Adige or Tiber 6/10/2016
38. No weary helmsman ever fled for harbour 6/10/2016
39. From what part of the heavens, from what idea 6/10/2016
40. Now that the sky and the earth and the wind are silent 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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