Posted by: W. E. Poplaski | May 13, 2009

POEM OF THE DAY: Capitolo 8

by Veronica Franco (1546 – 1591).

Capitolo 8

(to a man who loves her while she loves another, with equally little reward)

Perhaps Love even laughs at these shared tears
and, to make the world weep even more,
divides and sunders yet another’s desire;
and, while he makes merry over this,
the wide sea of all our tears                                         
darkens and deepens further still:
for if man could love to his heart’s content,
without confronting contrary desires,
the pleasure of love would have no equal.
And if destiny had laid down the law                           
that in supreme delight, earthly good
may not attain the bliss of heaven,
my woe is all the greater as my habit is
to fall in love, and to feel, through loving,
this beloved mismatch in love.                                    
However much I reflect on myself,
I see that fortune leads me wherever
life follows an always troubled path; …

[ll. 76-93; pp. 103]

(Transl. by Anne Rosalind Jones and Margaret F. Rosenthal)


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