Sonnet LXVII
Read 'Sonnet LXVII' by 'Francesco Petrarch' and provide your summary and literary analysis in the comments section below.
SONNET LXVII.
Poi che mia speme è lunga a venir troppo.
HE COUNSELS LOVERS TO FLEE, RATHER THAN BE CONSUMED BY THE FLAMES OF LOVE.
Since my hope's fruit yet faileth to arrive,And short the space vouchsafed me to survive,Betimes of this aware I fain would be,Swifter than light or wind from Love to flee:And I do flee him, weak albeit and lameO' my left side, where passion racked my frame.Though now secure yet bear I on my faceOf the amorous encounter signal trace.[Pg 88]Wherefore I counsel each this way who comes,Turn hence your footsteps, and, if Love consumes,Think not in present pain his worst is done;For, though I live, of thousand scapes not one!'Gainst Love my enemy was strong indeed—Lo! from his wounds e'en she is doom'd to bleed.
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