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Clear fresh and sweet water - Francesco Petrarca In

Clear
fresh and sweet waters where the fair members
poses only one who seems to me woman, gentle
branch where it pleased,
with sighs' I remember,
her to do the nice side column;
grass and flowers that skirt
graceful ricoverse
co angelic breast
air sacred, peaceful co
where Love 'beautiful eyes opened my heart:
hearing dates set
my words to the painful extremes.

If he is indeed my destiny,
and 'the sky in this s'adopra, that Love
close these eyes weeping, some favor the poor

covers
body between you and the soul back to his hotel naked;
the death will be less cruel if this hope

port in that uncertain step, because
weary spirit
could never more rested in port or in more quiet grave

flee troubled flesh and bones. Time will perhaps even


used that to stay the
back the beautiful and gentle beast, and there
'v'ella
saw me on that blessed day
turn her desirous and glad,
looking for; and o mercy!
already seeing the ground below the stones
, Love the way that I long to breathe

so sweetly that m'impetre mercy, and uses force to heaven

wiping her eyes with her lovely veil.

From 'Well branches descended,
sweet in memory, a rain of flowers over
' s her lap, and she sat

humble in such glory, already
covert cloud of love, which
flower falls on the limb, which
on the braids, which now

pearls were elevated and that of to see them;
which rested on the ground and what about the waves, which, with a vague error

shooting seemed to say: "Here reigns Love." How many times have I said


then full of dread:
"She came to standstill in paradise!" So

the burden of oblivion and divine bearing
's face and the words' her sweet smile
m'aveano, and was divided by the image
true
ch'i' he sighs:
"Here, as venn'io or when? "
believed to be in heaven, where he was not.
From that pleased me in
This herb is not elsewhere, or peace.

If you'd like ornaments quant'ài,
Poresta
boldly come out of forest and go among people .

sonnet of the Canzoniere (Petrarch Francisci graduates poets Rerum vulgarium fragmenta) written between 1332 and 1348.
It 's the most famous song Petrarch: Francesco wants to be buried in the waters of the Sorgue, in that place where there appeared a most agreeable day his lady, in a rain of flowers.

Francesco Petrarca (Arezzo, July 20, 1304 - Arquà, July 19, 1374)