Song CCXII

In dreams I am happy, rejoice in the sad.
To shadows and wind I stretch out my hands,
I roam in the sea with no bottom and end,
I write on streams, I build on the sand.

How Sun does shine from far, far off,
My sight goes blind and everything’s in fog,
I hurry in wake of a fleeing doe,
Riding my hobbling feeble ox.

Things that don't hurt attract us in vain,
No, I am striving, in dreams and awake
To Madonna, to death, to my fateful land.

And all these long twenty years of pain
I’ve lived with moans and grief beyond end.
I’m caught, I'm in love, I am pining to death.
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Posted: Mar 2011
About this poem:
From Russian translation of Petrarch’s Song Book (Song CCXII)

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Comments (2)

thesunandthesea
20 years of pain????? OH---------- >____<---- how sad... but at least this one is happy in dreams.... : )

Nice SONG!! and great translation as always!!! hug

teddybear


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jazzy75
Moving....I really enjoyed this poem marikia!!teddybear
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