Se Bianche Non Son Prima Ambe Le Tempie

Se Bianche Non Son Prima Ambe Le Tempie

The poem explores the speaker's emotional turmoil and inner conflict. It begins with a description of the speaker's physical appearance, emphasizing their pale complexion and worn-out temples. The speaker then expresses feelings of despair, sorrow, and desperation, suggesting they are trapped in a state of emotional pain. They lament the loss of their beloved, who has abandoned them, leaving them to suffer alone. The poem concludes with the speaker's resignation to their fate, acknowledging that their suffering is inevitable and will persist until death.

By Francesco Petrarca · First published 1343 · Genre: Lyric Poetry, Romanticism, Philosophical Poetry · 189 words

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THOUGH NOT SECURE AGAINST THE WILES OF LOVE, HE FEELS STRENGTH ENOUGH TO RESIST THEM.

Till silver'd o'er by age my temples grow, Where Time by slow degrees now plants his grey, Safe shall I never be, in danger's way While Love still points and plies his fatal bow I fear no more his tortures and his tricks, That he will keep me further to ensnare Nor ope my heart, that, from without, he there His poisonous and ruthless shafts may fix.

No tears can now find issue from mine eyes, But the way there so well they know to win, That nothing now the pass to them denies.

Though the fierce ray rekindle me within, It burns not all: her cruel and severe Form may disturb, not break my slumbers here.

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Italian Literature · Renaissance Poetry · Love Poems · Sonnet Collection · Classical Influence · Medieval Inspiration · Courtly Love · Lyrical Poetry · Philosophical Themes · Spiritual Quest · Moral Reflections · Autobiographical Elements

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