Anthology · Classic · Collection · Compilation · Early Renaissance · Excerpt · Fragment · Humanism · Italian Culture · Italian Literature · Lyric Poet · Lyric Poetry · Lyricism · Lyrics · Passage · Poetry · Renaissance


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

Rate this: