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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
O VALLEY, FILLED WITH MY DESPAIRFUL WORDS, by PETRARCH Poet's Biography
Last Line: Whilst upon earth her lovely body lies
Alternate Author Name(s): Petrarca, Francesco
Subject(s): Grief
Last Line: Whilst upon earth her lovely body lies
Alternate Author Name(s): Petrarca, Francesco
Subject(s): Grief
O valley, filled with my despairful words,
O river that my tears have richly fed,
O creatures of the forest, happy birds,
O fishes that green banks have prisoned;
Breath of desire, serene and passionate.
O pleasant path grown wearisome, O hill
That once I counted dear but now do hate,
Where, as of old, Love doth entice me still;
You are not changed whom I remember well,
But I am otherwise, O misery,
Who from delight to bitterest sorrow fell!
Here where I loved I do return and see
Madonna's spirit wafted to the skies,
Whilst upon earth her lovely body lies.
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