Sonnet CXLVI
Read 'Sonnet CXLVI' by 'Francesco Petrarch' and provide your summary and literary analysis in the comments section below.
SONNET CXLVI.
Geri, quando talor meco s' adira.
HE APPEASES HER BY HUMILITY, AND EXHORTS A FRIEND TO DO LIKEWISE.
When my sweet foe, so haughty oft and high,Moved my brief ire no more my sight can thole,One comfort is vouchsafed me lest I die,Through whose sole strength survives my harass'd soul;Where'er her eyes—all light which would denyTo my sad life—in scorn or anger roll,Mine with such true humility reply,Soon their meek glances all her rage control,Were it not so, methinks I less could brookTo gaze on hers than on Medusa's mien,Which turn'd to marble all who met her look.My friend, act thus with thine, for closed I weenAll other aid, and nothing flight availsAgainst the wings on which our master sails.
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