Francesco Petrarch

(1304-1374 / Arezzo, Italy)

That nightingale who weeps so sweetly, - Poem by Francesco Petrarch

‘Quel rosignol, che sí soave piagne,'

That nightingale who weeps so sweetly,
perhaps for his brood, or his dear companion,
fills the sky and country round with sweetness
with so many piteous, bright notes,
and it seems all night he stays beside me,
and reminds me of my harsh fate:
for I have no one to grieve for but myself,
who believed that Death could not take a goddess.
Oh how easy it is to cheat one who feels safe!
Who would have ever thought to see two lights,
clearer than the sun, make earth darken?
Now I know that my fierce fate
wishes me to learn, as I live and weep:
nothing that delights us here is lasting.

Translated by: A. S. Kline


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Poem Submitted: Friday, June 10, 2016



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