Canzoniere:Sonnet 3
It was the day the sun’s ray had turned pale
with pity for the suffering of his maker
when i was caught (and i put up no fight)
my lady, for your lovely eyes had bound me.
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It seemed no time to be on guard against
Love’s blows; therefore, i went my way
secure and fearless- so, all my misfortunes
began in midst of universal woe.
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Love found me all disarmed and saw the way
was clear to reach my heart down through the eyes,
which have become the halls and doors of tears
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It seems to me it did him little honor
to wound me with his arrow in my state
and to you, armed, not show his bow at all.
-Petrarch
(this poem is pretty dope!)
