
The poem is a sonnet that expresses the speaker's longing for a distant beloved. The opening lines describe how every day feels like a thousand years to the speaker, emphasizing their sense of isolation and timelessness. The poem then shifts to describe the beauty of the beloved, using natural imagery to convey their allure. The final lines express the speaker's desire to be reunited with the beloved, even if only in death.
By Francesco Petrarca · First published 1344 · Genre: Lyric Poetry, Romanticism, Philosophical Poetry · 187 words
FAR FROM FEARING, HE PRAYS FOR DEATH.
Each day to me seems as a thousand years, That I my dear and faithful star pursue, Who guided me on earth, and guides me too By a sure path to life without its tears.
For in the world, familiar now, appears No snare to tempt; so rare a light and true Shines e'en from heaven my secret conscience through, Of lost time and loved sin the glass it rears.
Not that I need the threats of death to dread, (Which He who loved us bore with greater pain) That, firm and constant, I his path should tread: 'Tis but a brief while since in every vein Of her he enter'd who my fate has been, Yet troubled not the least her brow serene.
Ogni Giorno MI Par Piu DI Mill' Anni is listed on Textopian as a poem by Francesco Petrarca, dated 1344 CE.
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love · time · reflection · mortality · nature · beauty · philosophy · emotion · memory · longing · suffering · desire