Tuesday, January 13, 2009
♥ Petrarchan Sonnet 292
I read this sonnet from a friend of mine and the emotions in the poem drowned me as I have drowned myself unto it.
"Sonnet 292" from the Canzoniere, as translated by Anthony Mortimer:
The eyes I spoke of once in words that burn,
the arms and hands and feet and lovely face
that took me from myself for such a space
of time and marked me out from other men;
the waving hair of unmixed gold that shone,
the smile that flashed with the angelic rays
that used to make this earth a paradise,
are now a little dust, all feeling gone;
and yet I live, grief and disdain to me,
left where the light I cherished never shows,
in fragile bark on the tempestuous sea.
Here let my loving song come to a close;
the vein of my accustomed art is dry,
and this, my lyre, turned at last to tears.
Labels: Laura, Petrarcahan, Sonnet, Tears
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