Sonnet LXVI
Read 'Sonnet LXVI' by 'Francesco Petrarch' and provide your summary and literary analysis in the comments section below.
SONNET LXVI.
Sì tosto come avvien che l' arco scocchi.
HE CALLS THE EYES OF LAURA FOES, BECAUSE THEY KEEP HIM IN LIFE ONLY TO TORMENT HIM.
Instantly a good archer draws his bowSmall skill it needs, e'en from afar, to seeWhich shaft, less fortunate, despised may be,Which to its destined sign will certain go:Lady, e'en thus of your bright eyes the blow,You surely felt pass straight and deep in me,Searching my life, whence—such is fate's decree—Eternal tears my stricken heart overflow;And well I know e'en then your pity said:Fond wretch! to misery whom passion leads,Be this the point at once to strike him dead.But seeing now how sorrow sorrow breeds,All that my cruel foes against me plot,For my worse pain, and for my death is not.
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