Poems by Gaspara Stampa
Rime 28
... like a deaf mute, virutally dazed, all reverence, nothing but amazed ...
Rime 43
... Harsh is my fortune, but harsher still is the fate ...
[Ladies, who of my lord would fain be told]
... Who'd know myself, picture a woman wrought ...
[Deeply repentant of my sinful ways]
... To Thee I turn, O stretch forth Thy right hand ...
Rime 104
... Of this life sweet and dear, for you've replaced ...
Rime 08
... But yet I feel, because of my great fortune, ...
"I swear to you, Love, by your arrows"
... So that its barely felt, seems scarcely hurting ...
By Now So Sick Of Waiting
... so hard the need that grows within my breast ...
Rime 208
... or like that other rare creature, the Phoenix, ...
"O all my labours scattered uselessly"
... All, all, in a moment, gathered by the breeze, ...
"Every planet above, and every star"
... And yet he freezes, through that one alone ...
