I started my day with some poems by Petrarca from Le Canzoniere.
When I summon my sighs to call for you, with that name Love inscribed upon my heart, in LAUdable the sound at the beginning of the sweet accents of that word comes forth. Your REgal state which I encounter next doubles my strength for the high enterprise, but “TAcitly” the end cries, “for her honor needs better shoulders for support than yours.” And so, to LAUd and to REvere the word itself instructs whenever someone calls you, O lady worthy of all praise and honor, unless, perhaps, Apollo be offended that morTAl tongue be so presumptuous to speak of his eternally green boughs.
What was the last poem you read?











