Oh, my own Italy, though words be useless
to heal the mortal wounds
I see covering all your lovely body.


Canzoniere no. 128 (c.1352) translated by Mark Musa

Petrarch Quotes

Oh, my own Italy, though words be useless to heal the mortal wounds I see covering all your lovely body.

Oh, my own Italy, though words be useless to heal the mortal wounds I see covering all your lovely body.

Oh, my own Italy, though words be useless to heal the mortal wounds I see covering all your lovely body.

Oh, my own Italy, though words be useless to heal the mortal wounds I see covering all your lovely body.