
The poem describes the fleeting nature of love and beauty. It expresses a sense of longing and nostalgia for a past time when love was sweet and gentle. The speaker reflects on how quickly this idyllic period passed, leaving only sorrow and regret in its wake.
By Francesco Petrarca · First published 1343 · Genre: Lyric Poetry, Romanticism, Elegy · 188 words
HE COMPLAINS OF HIS SUFFERINGS, WHICH ADMIT OF NO RELIEF.
Love, haply, was erewhile a sweet relief; / I scarce know when; but now it bitter grows / Beyond all else. Who learns from life well knows, / As I have learnt to know from heavy grief; / She, of our age, who was its honour chief, / Who now in heaven with brighter lustre glows, / Has robb'd my being of the sole repose / It knew in life, though that was rare and brief.
Pitiless Death my every good has ta'en! / Not the great bliss of her fair spirit freed / Can aught console the adverse life I lead.
I wept and sang; who now can wake no strain, / But day and night the pent griefs of my soul / From eyes and tongue in tears and verses roll.
Fu Forse Un Tempo Dolce Cosa Amore is listed on Textopian as a poem by Francesco Petrarca, dated 1343 CE.
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Italian Literature · Renaissance Poetry · Love Poems · Sonnet Collection · Classical Literature · Romanticism · Medieval Poetry · Courtly Love · Lyrical Poetry · Elegy · Ode · Ballad