to show down here what power she has above? Introduzione . ‘Non d’atra et tempestosa onda marina’, 152. write lofty and joyful thoughts, to the sound of water. To Petrarch, Italy was the heir and successor of ancient Rome, the civilizing mission of which he glorified in his Latin epic Africa (critical edition, 1926), dealing with the Punic Wars between Rome and Carthage. that made all the people there turn to marble. This article discusses how Petrarch's self-portrayal as a spokesman for peace, armed with quill and inkpot, is brought forward in the canzone "Italia mia benché 'l parlar sia indarno" and in his epistles of the 1350s. ‘Amor, che nel pensier mio vive et regna’, 142. not deigning to try his strength in other ways, rains such keen pleasure from her lovely eyes. as I used to be, dying of love, and silent. The Peace of Westphalia in 1648 formally ended the rule of the Holy Roman Emperors in Italy ‘S’amor non è, che dunque è quel ch’io sento? Now that the sky and the earth and the wind are silent. Language: Italian Instruments: A cappella . But you take some delight from my sorrow: she does not because it is not far worse. And the clear light that shone all around, quenched the sun: and the cord was wrapped. ‘Le stele, il cielo et gli elementi a prova’, 155. takes his stand there, and sets up his banner. my heart, turning again to where it’s light lives. in clear water. Their scorn is worse, it seem to me, than their harm: more freely, as other’s anger flails you. However, Italian pronunciation varies greatly between regions. my wandering mind fixed on that first thought. Your thoughts are arrows, and your face the sun, and desire is fire: with which joint weapons. Number of voices: 5vv Voicing: SATTB Genre: Secular, Madrigal. slave to wine, delicacies and good living. but, close to, dazzles, and defeats the heart: move through the calm air after night rain. neither yes nor no sounds wholly in my heart. she’d burn the Rhine however deeply frozen. ‘Mille piage in un giorno et mille rive’, 178. where bold Mars takes up arms without warning. that no Zeuxis, Praxiteles, or Phidias made. where the shadow of no other mountain falls. "Italia mia" is also part of a larger work that has several names. Petrarca tocca qui un tema che diverrà di drammatica attualità nei primi anni del Cinquecento e sarà ripreso dai principali scrittori del Rinascimento, tra cui soprattutto Niccolò Machiavelli (. of her whom heaven cannot set distant from me, whom I have in my vision, and seem to see. towards the highest and most helpful peak: from there I begin to measure out my suffering. Please refer to our Privacy Policy. filled with serious and diffident thought. calms and frightens me, burns and freezes. and even from far away my light is kindled, since that memory always fresh and strong. Under the lovely peace of her tranquil brows. but go naked in the wind, barefoot on thorns: now you live so that the stench rises to God. 12. ‘Amor fra l’erbe una leggiadra rete’, 182. will turn you towards your soul-delighting land. her death, which is announced in no. so light in knowledge, so laden with error. so that I’ve often, longing for lovely branches, I follow where I heard the call from heaven. Her hair pure gold, and hot snow her face. Previous Stanza 1 Next Stanza 3. ‘Quand’io v’odo parlar sí dolcemente’, 144. weeping’s sweeter than others might believe. since great fear restrains a great desire. Petrarch's friendship with the republican Cola di Rienzi inspired the famous ode Italia mia. that Love takes no heed of the reins of reason: and he who discerns them is conquered by his desire. ‘Italia mia, benché ’l parlar sia indarno’, 129. Italia mia Canzoniere 128, stanza 1 Italia mia, ben che ’l parlar sia indarno a le piaghe mortali che nel bel corpo tuo sì spesse veggio, piacemi almen che’ miei sospir’ sian quali spera ’l Tevero et l’Arno e ’l Po, dove doglioso et grave hor seggio. Love placed me as a target for his arrow. ‘Poi che ’l camin m’è chiuso di Mercede,’. she weeps at my good fortune, laughs at my tears. Will I ever know truce? ‘Come ’l candido pie’ per l’erba fresca’, 166. found alone, and so it turns to the heights. receives, disdains, calls to me, and spurns me. If it were not so, the sight of her would be. Geri, one comfort’s granted me sometimes. Title: Italia mia Composer: Philippe Verdelot Lyricist: Francesco Petrarca. I wept at parting from my heart that day. And I see clearly now that glowing charity. from which Love never bent his bow in vain: pearls and crimson roses, where grief received. hides himself there, and no more appears. There is my heart, and she who steals it from me: from those eyes where, by what fate who knows. like snow in sunlight, or wax in the fire. ‘Quando mi vène inanzi il tempo e ’l loco’, 176. a ship at sea with barely a mast and rudder. Into the sweet shade of the lovely leaves. ‘Pace non trovo, et non ò da fa guerra:’, 136. Petrarca anticipa un tema che sarà più volte toccato dagli scrittori dell'età successiva e soprattutto dagli autori del Risorgimento, ovvero il declino dell'Italia frammentata politicamente e sottoposta al governo di altri popoli che stride col passato glorioso di Roma, tema trattato anche da Dante in, La critica all'uso delle milizie mercenarie è racchiusa nelle strofe centrali della canzone e si basa su vari argomenti, tra cui anzitutto la rozzezza e l'inciviltà di questi soldati tedeschi che un tempo vennero dominati da Roma, e poi la loro scarsa efficacia e fedeltà militare, in quanto guerrieri prezzolati che combattono per interesse e non sono motivati a difendere il loro paese, per cui essi scherzano con la morte ". ‘Giunto m’à Amor fra belle et crude braccia,’, 173. Petrarch, though born in Arezzo, identified himself with Florence. Sennuccio, I saw him, and the bow he bends. its desire heads straight towards the breeze. The world has never seen such graceful branches, the wind has never stirred such emerald leaves. The leading houses (in this case, the d'Este and Gonzaga families) war with each other for supremacy. that my soul is satisfied with its own error: that I ask no more than that my error last. La situazione storica e politica che fa da sfondo al componimento è la guerra che si svolse tra Obizzo d'Este e Filippino Gonzaga per il possesso della città di Parma, dove risiedeva all'epoca Petrarca. Crea il tuo sito web unico con modelli personalizzabili. ‘Constantine Burning Memorials’ - Pietro da Cortona (Italian, 1596 - 1669), The Getty Open Content Program. This work may be freely reproduced, stored and transmitted, electronically or otherwise, for any non-commercial purpose. ‘Po, ben puo’ tu portartene la scorza’, 181. O eyes of mine, not eyes now, but fountains! he does not know how Love heals, and how he kills. any in this world, and you, naked dust and shadows. nor keeps me to herself nor slips the noose: and Love does not destroy me, and does not loose me. where the weariness of my life is soothed. O wandering steps, O swift and errant thoughts. I seem to hear her, hearing the branches and breeze, and the leaves, and the birds lamenting, and the water. ‘Se ‘l dolce sguardo do costei m’ancide,’, When the time and place come to my thoughts. that sole Siren from heaven who’s among us. to reveal my ill-conceived thoughts to her. and fear, and hope: and burn, and I am ice: and fly above the sky, and fall to earth. Is this not the earth that I first touched? So, do the same yourself: I see no other aid. ‘Fiamma dal ciel su le tue treccie piova.’, 137. Love has shown me a thousand hills and streams. the Italian humanist, poet, and writer Petrarch. ‘Non fur ma’ Giove et Cesare sí mossi,’, 156. 264; it includes a political polemic and lament, Italia mia, revealing other sides of Petrarch, the statesman and patriot; and it concludes with the last stanza and congedo of Cipriano de Rore’s complete setting of the famous canzone Vergine bella, the it burns, and dies, and regains its strength, there in the Indian Ocean, that by nature, that being flesh I see myself dragged to shore. that the memory of the deed can never fade. since the day that Adam first opened his eyes. and if she’s not displeased that for her I sigh. ‘Amore, Fortuna et la mia mente, schiva’, 127. ‘Alas, what do you know! sees him, except Love, who never leaves his side. Euphrates, Tigris, Nile, Erno, Indus, or Ganges. and the little tree I adorn and praise in verse. since my strength cannot counter the pain: that I weep for the other’s annoyance, not my hurt: and my soul consents blindly to its death. she cannot change a single thought of mine: nor, though she murder me a thousand times. weaving a garland for her clear curling gold! True I see the sweet light in the distance. a noble pity that stirs the gentle heart: beyond sight, hearing is adorned, enchanted, heard before, nor were such lovely tears seen. send your gaze to the depths of my heart. what’s hidden from all others is clear to you. © Copyright 2000-2021 A. S. Kline, All Rights Reserved. is always before my eyes to my sweet distress: war is my state, filled with grief and anger. flaming more brightly among the dew and frost. are sad and lonely, and night obscures them. I am born and die a thousand times a day, When her white foot through the fresh grass, from her tender steps there seems to issue. Rettor del cielo, io cheggio; che la pietà che Ti condusse in terra; Ti … ‘Landscape’ - Anonymous (ca. In 1348 both Laura and Colonna died of the plague, and in the next years Petrarch devoted himself to the cause of Italian unification, pleaded for the return of the papacy to Rome, and served the Visconti of Milan. who does not know how sweet her sighs are. Rarely did silence, and solitary awesomeness. and that image with him, of one who destroys him, on your head, you who grow rich and great. What nymph of the fountain, what goddess of the wood. to that far light unfurls his wings in vain. you will see me once more by a running stream. that I passed with delight among vast hills, now the brief life, the place, and the season. from you alone proceed, and it seems to you. 3. consenting to its lingering path, and mine. and cruel the earth, where my feet then walked: made a wound: Love, I’m not silent about these things. where her lovely feet leave their traces: who makes you proud and noble with her rays: that bathes her lovely face and her clear eyes. ‘Questa humil fera, un cor di tigre o d’orsa’, 153. at one time it flowered, flows elsewhere. Petrarch stated that the "ancient valour in Italian hearts is not yet dead" in Italia Mia. with which no mortal thing can be compared. ‘Study for the Portrait of Stefano Colonna’ - Agnolo di Cosimo (Italian, 1503 – 1572), The Rijksmuseum. changing to marble those who gaze closely: But if it is love, God, what thing is this? and what I see seems dream, shadows, smoke: that made the sun a thousand times jealous: that made the mountains move, and halted rivers. from all other men, and makes me go lonely through the world. or where he’s conquered by the ice and snow: in sweet calm air, or in the dark and sombre: set me in heaven, on earth, or in the depths. readier than now to grant what I hope and wish. The first of these ills is properly mine, to burn day and night: how sweet the labour. ‘A la dolce ombra de le belle frondi’ (, 143. will rule the world: and we’ll see it turned. they who lift their fingers in mock surrender? Machiavelli later quoted four verses from Italia Mia in The Prince, which looked forward to a political leader who would unite Italy "to free her from the barbarians". But they don't. King of the rivers, proud and noble flood. more clearly what it is she means inside me. ‘Florentine Street Scene with Twelve Figures’ - Anonymous (ca. Rhône, Iber, Rhine, Seine, Elbe, Loire, Ebro: could lessen the fire that vexes my sad heart. blown by the wind, so that I suddenly burned. and her face, her speech, her sweet smile. 7/14. ‘Più volte già dal bel sembiante humano’, 171. when she merely speaks, or when she smiles, then what would happen, alas, if her eyes, were free of Mercy, either through my fault, or evil fate, and if I feared death itself. wet with pity: and then I say: ‘Ah, alas, what are you come to, and what are you parted from!’. Note: Addressed to Geri dei Gianfigliazzi, in reply to a sonnet asking how to placate an angry lady. Ahi dispietata morte, ahi crudel vita! © Copyright 2002 A. S. Kline, All Rights Reserved. Will I ever have peace? and she turning: so she returns so lovely. brushes against a green bush with her breast! In "Italia mia," Petrarch urges the Italian nobility to search deep in their hearts for some of that noble Roman blood that surely still runs through them. Waiting for justice wearies and consumes me: who will establish one seat, not soon enough. Conditions and Exceptions apply. Lines 17-22. Verdelot's setting of Petrarch's "Italia mia", one of the finest of the early 16th century madrigals. He gets the idea from the Portuguese canso and the Provençal troubadours singing their chansons. into the shadows, dark and hidden from fame. sweet and bitter, so I’m in fear and longing: the birdsong was never so soft and quiet. If I desire to burn, why tears and grief? it might have moved a marble heart to pity: So my heart has been many times lit and spent: I know how I felt, and often it angers me. that flowered then, and increased beyond her years. flies in its wanderings into someone’s face. and the sea without a wave lies in its bed, I look, think, burn, weep: and she who destroys me. of an evergreen tree that I love so much. moves me to smiles and tears, in hope and fear. That day, always bitter and always honoured. with your sweet spirit from which I’ve no defence. any can care for others who behave so vilely. 123 ‘Quel vago impallidir che ’l dolce riso’, 124. ‘What do you think, my soul? I took the left hand road, my heart the straight: I was forced to go, my heart was guided by love: by long usage, it’s well-known to us both. to be restrained by reason, reverence, shame. And if I consent, I am greatly wrong in sorrowing. 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