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Gli occhi di ch'io parlai sí caldamente, e le braccia, e le mani, e i piedi, e 'l viso, che m'avean sí da me stesso diviso, e fatto singular da l'altra gente; le crespe chiome d'òr puro lucente, e 'l lampeggiar de l'angelico riso che solean fare in terra un paradiso, poca polvere son, che nulla sente. Et io pur vivo; onde mi doglio e sdegno, rimaso senza 'l lume ch'amai tanto, in gran fortuna, e 'n disarmato legno. Or sia qui fine al mio amoroso canto: secca è la vena de l'usato ingegno, e la cetera mia rivolta in pianto.
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Text Authorship:
- by Francesco Petrarca (1304 - 1374), no title, appears in Canzoniere (Rerum vulgarium fragmenta) , in 2. Rime In morte di Madonna Laura, no. 292 [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Akos Banlaky (b. 1966), "Gli occhi di ch'io parlai sí caldamente", 2001, first performed 2003 [ baritone, violin, violoncello, and piano ], from Liedphantasie no. 2, no. 1 [sung text checked 1 time]
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- ENG English (A. S. Kline) , no title, copyright © 2002, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
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This text was added to the website: 2009-08-26
Line count: 14
Word count: 101
The eyes I spoke about so warmly, and the arms, the hands, the ankles, and the face that left me so divided from myself, and made me different from other men: the crisp hair of pure shining gold and the brightness of the angelic smile, which used to make a paradise on earth, are now a little dust, that feels no thing. And I still live, which I grieve over and disdain, left without the light I loved so much, in great ill-fortune, in a shattered boat. Now make an end of my loving songs: the vein of my accustomed wit is dry, and my lyre is turned again to weeping.
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- a text in Italian (Italiano) by Francesco Petrarca (1304 - 1374), no title, appears in Canzoniere (Rerum vulgarium fragmenta) , in 2. Rime In morte di Madonna Laura, no. 292
This text was added to the website: 2015-03-11
Line count: 14
Word count: 111
