Love, let us wait
Love, let us wait to watch our glory:
Things high and new over nature.
You see how sweetness showers on her,
See the light heaven casts over the land.
Through this shadow, enclosed by hills,
How gently she moves her mask
Of crimson clothing, gold.
Each sprig of grass, the thousand bright
Flowers scattered in shadow under the stooped oak,
Beg the weight of her walking.
And heaven, pierced with sharp stars,
Burns with desire, makes itself altogether new;
Makes itself clear and brilliant.
.........From Petrarch: Songs and Sonnets,
A Bilingual Selection, translated
by Nicholas Kilmer
Love, let us wait to watch our glory:
Things high and new over nature.
You see how sweetness showers on her,
See the light heaven casts over the land.
Through this shadow, enclosed by hills,
How gently she moves her mask
Of crimson clothing, gold.
Each sprig of grass, the thousand bright
Flowers scattered in shadow under the stooped oak,
Beg the weight of her walking.
And heaven, pierced with sharp stars,
Burns with desire, makes itself altogether new;
Makes itself clear and brilliant.
.........From Petrarch: Songs and Sonnets,
A Bilingual Selection, translated
by Nicholas Kilmer
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