Posted by: W. E. Poplaski | March 23, 2009

POEM OF THE DAY: Sonnet—I Write to Ease That Inner Grief Alone

by Vittoria Colonna (1490 – 1547).

 

Sonnet—I Write to Ease That Inner Grief Alone

 

I write to ease that inner grief alone,

Which feeds my heart, desiring other none,

Not to add lustre to my glorious sun,

Whose spoils bequeathed to earth are honor’s own.

Just cause have I to weep and make my moan;                            5

And if for him is lesser glory won,

With other pen, in wiser words be done

His tale, and snatch’d from death his name be known.

Pure faith, deep passion, and intensest pain

May plead for me, when they so strong are seen,                      10

That neither time nor reason give relief.

It is a bitter plaint, and no sweet strain

With blinding sighs, and not a voice serene,

Wins me no praise for style, but praise for grief.

 

Notes:

http://www.newadvent.org/cathen/04128b.htm

http://www.lib.uchicago.edu/efts/IWW/BIOS/A0011.html

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