by Francesco Petrarca (1304 - 1374)
Translation © by A. S. Kline

Apollo, s'ancor vive il bel desio
Language: Italian (Italiano) 
Available translation(s): CAT ENG
Apollo, s'ancor vive il bel desio
Che t'infiammava a le tesaliche onde,
E se non hai l'amate chiome bionde,
Volgendo gli anni, già poste in oblio;

Dal pigro gielo e dal tempo aspro e rio,
Che dura quanto 'l tuo viso s'asconde,
Difendi or l'onorata e sacra fronde
Ove tu prima e poi fu' invescato io;

E per vertù de l'amorosa speme
Che ti sostenne ne la vita acerba,
Di queste impression l'aere disgombra.

Sì vedrem poi per meraviglia insieme
Seder la donna nostra sopra l'erba
E far de le sue braccia a sè stessa ombra.

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Confirmed with Francesco Petrarca, Il Canzoniere con le note di Giuseppe Rigutini, rifuse e di molto accresciute da Michele Scherillo. Terza edizione, rinnovata. Ulrico Hoepli, editore libraio della real casa, Milano, 1918, page 151; and with Le Rime di Francesco Petrarca secondo la revisione ultima del poeta a cura di Giuseppe Salvo Cozzo. In Firenze, G. C. Sansoni, editore. 1904, page 36.


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  • CAT Catalan (Català) (Salvador Pila) , subtitle: "Sonet I", copyright © 2017, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
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Apollo, if that sweet desire is still...
Language: English  after the Italian (Italiano) 
Apollo, if that sweet desire is still alive
that inflamed you by the river of Thessaly,
and if with the passing years you’ve not already
forgotten that beloved blonde hair:

defend the honoured and sacred leaves now,
where you long ago, and I lately, were caught,
through the slow frost and harsh and cruel time
that is endured while you hide your face:

and by the power of that amorous hope
that sustained you, though life was bitter,
disburden the air of this dark weather:

so we may see by a miracle together
our lady seated on the grass
lifting her arms to make herself a shade.

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Word count: 107