Francesco Petrarch

(1304-1374 / Arezzo, Italy)

Francesco Petrarch
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Francesco Petrarca (Italian pronunciation: [franˈtʃesko peˈtrarka]; July 20, 1304 – July 19, 1374), commonly anglicized as Petrarch (/ˈpiːtrɑːrk, ˈpɛtrɑːrk/), was an Italian scholar and poet in Renaissance Italy, and one of the earliest humanists. Petrarch's rediscovery of Cicero's letters is often credited for initiating the 14th-century Renaissance. Petrarch is often called the "Father of Humanism". In the 16th century, Pietro Bembo created the model for the modern Italian language based on Petrarch's works, as well as those of Giovanni Boccaccio, and, to a lesser extent, Dante Alighieri. Petrarch would be later endorsed as a model for Italian style by the Accademia della Crusca.... more »

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  • Fabrizio Frosini Fabrizio Frosini (10/13/2015 8:45:00 AM)

    and the original text of Petrarch's sonnet CCCX:

    Zephiro torna, e ’l bel tempo rimena,
    e i fiori et l’erbe, sua dolce famiglia,
    et garrir Progne et pianger Philomena,
    et primavera candida et vermiglia.

    Ridono i prati, e ’l ciel si rasserena;
    Giove s’allegra di mirar sua figlia;
    l’aria et l’acqua et la terra è d’amor piena;
    ogni animal d’amar si riconsiglia.

    Ma per me, lasso, tornano i piú gravi
    sospiri, che del cor profondo tragge
    quella ch’al ciel se ne portò le chiavi;

    et cantar augelletti, et fiorir piagge,
    e ’n belle donne honeste atti soavi
    sono un deserto, et fere aspre et selvagge.

  • Fabrizio Frosini Fabrizio Frosini (10/13/2015 8:44:00 AM)

    here is one of Petrarch's sonnet - CCCX:

    Zephyrus returns, and brings clear weather,
    and flowers and grasses, the whole sweet family,
    and Procne’s quarrelsome call, and Philomel’s weeping,
    and spring’s white and vermilion.
    The meadows exult and the skies turn serene,
    Jove’s happy to see daughter Venus,
    air and water and earth, all full of love,
    every animal reconciles itself again to loving.
    For me, though, alas! the weightiest sighs
    return, drawing up out of my heart’s deeps
    the one who’d owned the keys to heaven.
    And singing of little birds and flowering fields,
    the pretty girls act perfectly disgraceful
    like in a desert, like bitter and savage beasts.

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Petrarch

I


Diana was never more pleasing to her lover,
when, by a stroke of fate, he saw her naked,
shown in the deep pool of icy water,
than I was by the mountain shepherdess,
standing there to wash her delightful veil,
that keeps blonde, lovely hair from the wind’s stress,
so that, now heaven’s fires overspill,
she made me tremble with an amorous chill.



II


Now that the wind and earth and sky are silent,
and the wild birds and creatures curbed by sleep,
without a wave the sea rests in the deep,
Night’s chariot moving to its ...

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