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Piu di me lieta non si vede a terra by Francesco Petrarch


There is no other happier than I, Neither shipwrecked who finally reached land, Washed up and shivering, ready to die, And humbled on his knees by heaven’s plan; Nor happier the man who felt the noose Wound tight around his neck moments before, Than I who see Love’s sword finally sheathed After so many days and nights of war. And all of you who praised Love in your verse, Now, to one led by amorous intellect, Praise him who earlier had lost his course; There lies more glory among the elect For one converted soul, and greater worth, Than for ninety-nine of the most perfect.


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bobbyfunderburk1
bobbyfunderburk1
Jun 30, 2023

Excellent poetic commentary on the scripture with the Shepherd leaving the 99 to find the lost 1.

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Guest
Jun 25, 2023

encore! encore! more Petrarca!

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