Francesco Petrarch

1304-1374 / Arezzo, Italy

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From 'Visions'
You who hear the sound, in scattered rhymes,
It was on that day when the sun's ray
I go weeping for my time past,
I have not seen you, lady,
Doth any Maiden Seek The Glorious Fame
To make a graceful act of revenge,
When I utter sighs, in calling out to you
Sonnet 131 [I'd sing of Love in such a novel fashion]
What do I feel if this is not love?
The eyes I spoke about so warmly,
Blessed be the day, and the month, and the year,
She let her gold hair scatter in the breeze
What infinite providence and art