All my thoughts always speak to me of love,
Yet have between themselves such difference
That while one bids me bow with mind and sense,
A second saith, 'Go to: look thou above';
The third one, hoping, yields me joy enough;
And with the last come tears, I scarce know whence:
All of them craving pity in sore suspense,
Trembling with fears that the heart knoweth of.
And thus, being all unsure which path to take,
Wishing to speak I know not what to say,
And lose myself in amorous wanderings:
Until (my peace with all of them to make),
Unto mine enemy I needs must pray,
My lady Pity, for the help she brings.
In this nicely woven sonnet, Poet makes love a wonder emotionally, intellectually and poetically sure! Thanks for sharing it here!
thought dominates the sense of love but observation overlooks it hope weaves a pavement for a goal untimely demise cries there of mistake
'All of them craving pity in sore suspense, Trembling with fears that the heart knoweth of. And thus, '... feel a beauty which lapses the moments!
'All of them craving pity in sore suspense, Trembling with fears that the heart knoweth of. And thus,
I wish to translate this CLASSIC POEM OF TH by the great DANTE
I have enjoyed very much this Sonnet All My Thoughts. Very impressive!
Dante's Sonnet All My Thoughts in 14 lines a very impressive Sonnet, in the end he wrote about that Lady Pity for the help she brings.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Love does make us temporarily unbalanced, doesn't it?