Love And The Gentle Heart Poem by Dante Alighieri
Love And The Gentle Heart
Love and the gentle heart are one thing,
just as the poet says in his verse,
each from the other one as well divorced
as reason from the mind’s reasoning.
Nature craves love, and then creates love king,
and makes the heart a palace where he’ll stay,
perhaps a shorter or a longer day,
breathing quietly, gently slumbering.
Then beauty in a virtuous woman’s face
makes the eyes yearn, and strikes the heart,
so that the eyes’ desire’s reborn again,
and often, rooting there with longing, stays,
Till love, at last, out of its dreaming starts.
Woman’s moved likewise by a virtuous man.
Nature craves love, and then creates love king, and makes the heart a palace where he’ll stay, .....the great Dante..
Nature craves love, and then creates love! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Love and the gentle heart are one thing........I have to deeply ponder if it is true!
Love and the gentle heart are one thing, just as the poet says in his verse, each from the other one as well divorced as reason from the mind’s reasoning.. his genious has his verses in clear cut form. tony
Such an exquisite sentiment yet you opted to have it read by a computerized lifeless voice. How sad...
Loved the comments of @John McPartlan and @Bulbul Islam. Quite agree to those.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Dante's depiction of love as slumbering is something we can all associate with. The searing thrill of love often burns like a fire and settles into a warm glow, slumbering, happily. True, desire can be rekindled by a beautiful face. That is something we can easily associate with. But it is often in the sudden realisation that the face of your loved one has been obscured to you by the hurly burly of life. A flame flickers and the firelight casts her in a light you have not seen for years. And passion rekindles the fire of love.