Petrarch
Kiss her foot or her lovely hand; tell her (let your kiss be heard as words): — Petrarch, from Rime sparse’s “Poem 208,” Petrarch’s Lyric Poems, transl. & ed. Robert M. Durling (Harvard University Press, 2011)
Kiss her foot or her lovely hand; tell her (let your kiss be heard as words): — Petrarch, from Rime sparse’s “Poem 208,” Petrarch’s Lyric Poems, transl. & ed. Robert M. Durling (Harvard University Press, 2011)
When I see and think how much air separates me from that lovely face that is always so near to me and so distant. Then to myself softly: ‘What do you know, wretch? perhaps off there someone is sighing now because of your absence.’ And in this thought my soul breathes more easily. — Petrarch,… Continue reading Petrarch