Sonnet CXXVIII
Read 'Sonnet CXXVIII' by 'Francesco Petrarch' and provide your summary and literary analysis in the comments section below.
SONNET CXXVIII.
O passi sparsi, o pensier vaghi e pronti.
EVERY CIRCUMSTANCE OF HIS PASSION IS A TORMENT TO HIM.
O scatter'd steps! O vague and busy thoughts!O firm-set memory! O fierce desire!O passion powerful! O failing heart!O eyes of mine, not eyes, but fountains now!O leaf, which honourest illustrious brows,Sole sign of double valour, and best crown!O painful life, O error oft and sweet!That make me search the lone plains and hard hills.O beauteous face! where Love together placedThe spurs and curb, to strive with which is vain,They prick and turn me so at his sole will.O gentle amorous souls, if such there be!And you, O naked spirits of mere dust,Tarry and see how great my suffering is!
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