I go weeping for my time past, Poem by Francesco Petrarch

So touching poem.... Thanks for posting....

Excellence of LOVE for the Past- I go weeping for my time past, that I spent in loving something mortal, without lifting myself in flight,

I go weeping for my time past, that I spent in loving something mortal, without lifting myself in flight, for I had wings that might have freed me for spaces not so low.- - - - - - - - - - - - - -Don't we all, Francesco Petrarch, don't we all? Magnificent feeling in this poem.

A poem with heartfelt depiction. Some lines may be quoted here.. I may die in peaceful harbour: and if my stay was vain, let my vanishing, at least, be virtuous. Deign that your hand might rest on that little life that is left to me, and on my death: You truly know I have no other hope. Thanks and congrats to her soul.

One of the sonnet styles is known as Petrarchian, its typical rhyme pattern is not seen here in an English translation. But I agree with Glen Keppy as here under. But a lovely poem beyond doubt.

I go weeping for my time past, that I spent in loving something mortal, .......great writing; we have infatuation for the past, for the left everything, for the present and future but it's true that everything is transient, so mortal; our weeping, our sigh for the past, our depression is meaningless on this transient earth; we need to do best in every time for our best feelings and for the next generation

Great way of expressing pleasures and displeasures of life to the almighty so well crafted deserves 10++

'So that, if I have lived in war and tempest, I may die in peaceful harbour: and if my stay was vain, let my vanishing, at least, be virtuous. Deign that your hand might rest on that little life that is left to me, and on my death: You truly know I have no other hope.' - Oh, what a beautiful prayer! Loved these lines and Amen to the prayer!

I go weeping for my time past, that I spent in loving something mortal, without lifting myself in flight, for I had wings that might have freed me for spaces not so low. very nice poem. tony

Truly a very humble expression of a sinner who has a conscious.