Love
A Translation from Petrarch
Translated by J. M. Synge (1909) · From Modern British Poetry, ed. Louis Untermeyer (1920)
What a grudge I am bearing the earth that has its arms about her, and is holding that face away from me, where I was finding peace from great sadness.
What a grudge I am bearing the Heavens that are after taking her, and shutting her in with greediness, the Heavens that do push their bolt against so many.
What a grudge I am bearing the blessed saints that have got her sweet company, that I am always seeking; and what a grudge I am bearing against Death, that is standing in her two eyes, and will not call me with a word.
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Synge, J. M. “A Translation from Petrarch.” Translated by J. M. Synge. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/synge/4/.
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Synge, J. M. “A Translation from Petrarch.” Translated by J. M. Synge. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/synge/4/.
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