Sonnet CLII
Read 'Sonnet CLII' by 'Francesco Petrarch' and provide your summary and literary analysis in the comments section below.
SONNET CLII.
Questa Fenice dell' aurata piuma.
HE COMPARES HER TO THE PHŒNIX.
This wondrous Phœnix with the golden plumesForms without art so rare a ring to deckThat beautiful and soft and snowy neck,That every heart it melts, and mine consumes:Forms, too, a natural diadem which lightsThe air around, whence Love with silent steelDraws liquid subtle fire, which still I feel[Pg 170]Fierce burning me though sharpest winter bites;Border'd with azure, a rich purple vest,Sprinkled with roses, veils her shoulders fair:Rare garment hers, as grace unique, alone!Fame, in the opulent and odorous breastOf Arab mountains, buries her sole lair,Who in our heaven so high a pitch has flown.
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