PETRARCH Rewrit words into poetry
be a translator.
It hath be my hobby to write poetry. I work for a person who hath a private book area, and
he hath many a’ Petrarch’s writings. I have here taken Petrarch’s writings, writ in English by a partner of mine, and I hath created poetry of what Petrarch should have made into poetry. Petrarch should hav’ writ a poetic manuscript on the stuff that be in his letters to other people. These rewrite poetry, I have writ in English, since in my day I have traveled around Europe.
I am a modern-day researcher for the Institute of Historical Knowledge. I have traveled to Europe and I found this short poem book squished in the corner of a huge bookshop. It is hard to read the name of this translator/poet. According to the smudged date in the corner, this person lived during the Renaissance, in the 1500s. Apparently, this person wanted to take the things that Petrarch wrote in the beginnings of some of his letters and rewrite them into poetry. Petrarch is the name used in English for Francesco Petrarca. Petrarch was the “Father of Humanism”. He wrote many poems, letters, and stories on humanistic topics. He wrote 366 poems for a girl named Laura, who refused to love him for she was already married. He was born on July 20, 1304. It was a time very early in the Renaissance. He wrote poems in Italian, of which he did not care as much about as his poems in Latin. The poems that are most read are his poems in Italian as opposed to his Latin writings. In his time, he was a poet, a philosopher and an early humanist. He studied Greek and Rome. In 1341, he was given the title of ‘poet laureate’ in Rome. I have searched for the letters that this person used to create his/her poetry. I have inserted excerpts from the letters that I found online. "Introduction." Yale University Library. Yale University Library, Sept. 2004. Web. 09 June 2011. <http://www.library.yale.edu/beinecke/brbleduc/petrarch/intro.html>. "Francesco Petrarch & Laura De Noves." Francesco Petrarch - Father of Humanism. Web. 08 June 2011. <http://petrarch.petersadlon.com/>.
To climb a mountain, oft so high,
I had to choose.
I need a friend, with which to travel by
Disagreeable traits went away,
They need to be
While those I wanted to travel with may stay.
A good friend for me
“And- would you believe it?”
One not too quick,
The only one who I would not oppose-
One too hasty,
“my only brother, who is younger than I…”
One too cheerful and glad,
I would climb with him,
Then, one too sad,
Oh so high.
Those may irritate me,
Delighted he was,
While these may say they want to go,
But do not.
“the thought of holding the place of a friend as well as of
“Friendship accepts any burden”
“On a journey, where every weakness becomes much more
That is what he would do,
And we haveth went together.
This is Petrarch’s The Ascent of Mount Ventoux. It was written to Dionisio da Borgo San Sepolcro. This is what Petrarch wrote: “When I came to look about for a companion I found, strangely enough, that hardly one among my friends seemed suitable, so rarely do we meet with just the right combination of personal tastes and characteristics, even among those who are dearest to us. This one was too apathetic, that one over-anxious; this one too slow, that one too hasty; one was too sad, another over-cheerful; one more simple, another more sagacious, than I desired. I feared this one's taciturnity and that one's loquacity. The heavy deliberation of some repelled me as much as the lean incapacity of others. I rejected those who were likely to irritate me by a cold want of interest, as well as those who might weary me by their excessive enthusiasm. Such defects, however grave, could be borne with at home, for charity suffereth all things, and friendship accepts any burden; but it is quite otherwise on a journey, where every weakness becomes much more serious. So, as I was bent upon pleasure and anxious that my enjoyment should be unalloyed, I looked about me with unusual care, balanced against one another the various characteristics of my friends, and without committing any breach of friendship I silently condemned every trait which might prove disagreeable (310) on the way. And - would you believe it? - I finally turned homeward for aid, and proposed the ascent to my only brother, who is younger than I, and with whom you are well acquainted. He was delighted and gratified beyond measure by the thought of holding the place of a friend as well as of a brother.” Petrarch. "Petrarch: The Ascent of Mount Ventoux." Medieval Sourcebook. Trans. Paul Halsall. FORDHAM.EDU, Aug. 1998. Web. 07 June 2011. <http://www.fordham.edu/halsall/source/petrarch-ventoux.html>.
“Strangely enough I long to write,
but do not know what or to whom.” Then, I will just say that Pen, Ink, and Paper are friends of mine, For without them I am in a sad state “My mind is hard as rock” or plate I will write ‘till dear exhaustion Fingers and eyes tired The parchment scrolled over many a times “What then am I to do, since I cannot stop writing, or bear even the thought of rest?” I will put my pen on this parchment and scroll out a letter.
This is from Petrarch’s letter to the Abbot of St. Benigno. “Strangely enough I long to write, but do not know what or to whom. This inexorable passion has such a hold upon me that pen, ink, and paper, and work prolonged far into the night, are more to my liking than repose and sleep. In short, I find myself always in a sad and languishing state when I am not writing, and, anomalous though it seems, I labour when I rest, and find my rest in labour. My mind is hard as rock, and you might well think that it really sprang from one of Deucalion's stones. Let this tireless spirit pore eagerly over the parchment, until it has exhausted both fingers and eyes by the long strain, yet it feels neither heat nor cold, but would seem to be reclining upon the softest down. It is only fearful that it may be dragged away, and holds fast the mutinous members. Only when sheer necessity has compelled it to quit does it begin to flag. It takes a recess as a lazy ass takes his pack when he is ordered up a sharp hill, and comes back again to its task as a tired ass to his well-filled manger. My mind finds itself refreshed by prolonged exercise, as the beast of burden by his food [Page 163] and rest. What then am I to do, since I cannot stop writing, or bear even the thought of rest? I write to you, not because what I have to say touches you nearly, but because there is no one so accessible just now who is at the same time so eager for news, especially about me, and so intelligently interested in strange and mysterious phenomena, and ready to investigate them.” Petrarch, Francis. "Petrarch's Passion for Work‐‐‐The Trials of a Man of Letters." Francis Petrarch: Familiar Letters. Ed. James Harvey Robinson, Monica Banas, Stephanie Hammett, Heather Haralson, and Faisal Shahid. Trans. James Harvey Robinson. History Department, Hanover College, Dec. 2000. Web. 09 June 2011. <http://history.hanover.edu/texts/petrarch/pet03.html>.
Here is some interesting news About me, though You are “at the… time so eager for news” You are interested, so here it will be Read if you want, as you look at this letter on your knee. Greetings to you, “It is possible that some word of me may have come to you” But if naught know this: “an insignificant and obscure name will scarcely penetrate far in either time or space” I do not hold a high impression for myself I was not of humble birth But “to an ancient family” My childhood seemed to go so fast, Too bad for me that it did not seem to last
Vanity Is simply not a necessity to me I looked fine I will say to thee, Yet what kind of a person would you hath taken me to be? “I was blessed with a quick and active body, although not exceptionally strong” But then, with that, there is nothing wrong. Books I read, Things I saw, I will now tell to thee You may listen to me Not always interesting, But humble me.
This is Petrarch’s letter to posterity. “Greeting.---It is possible that some word of me may have come to you, though even this is doubtful, since an insignificant and obscure name will scarcely penetrate far in either time or space. If, however, you should have heard of me, you may desire to know what manner of man I was, or what was the outcome of my labours, especially those of which some description or, at any rate, the bare titles may have reached you. To begin with myself, then, the utterances of men concerning me will differ widely, since in passing judgment almost every one is influenced not so much by truth as by preference, and good and evil report alike know no bounds. I was, in truth, a poor mortal like yourself, neither very exalted in my origin, nor, on the other hand, of the most humble birth, but belonging, as Augustus Caesar says of himself, to an ancient family. As to my disposition, I was not naturally perverse or wanting in modesty, however the contagion of evil associations may have corrupted me. My youth was gone before I realised it; I was carried away by the strength of manhood; but a riper age brought me to my senses and taught me by experience the truth I had long before read in books, that youth and pleasure are [Page 60] vanity---nay, that the Author of all ages and times permits us miserable mortals, puffed up with emptiness, thus to wander about, until finally, coming to a tardy consciousness of our sins, we shall learn to know ourselves. In my prime I was blessed with a quick and active body, although not exceptionally strong; and while I do not lay claim to remarkable personal beauty, I was comely enough in my best days. I was possessed of a clear complexion, between light and dark, lively eyes, and for long years a keen vision, which however deserted me, contrary to my hopes, after I reached my sixtieth birthday, and forced me, to my great annoyance, to resort to glasses.  Although I had previously enjoyed perfect health, old age brought with it the usual array of discomforts.” Petrarch, Francis. "To Posterity." Francis Petrarch: Familiar Letters. Ed. James Harvey Robinson, Monica Banas, Stephanie Hammett, Heather Haralson, and Faisal Shahid. Trans. James Harvey Robinson. History Department, Hanover College, Dec. 2000. Web. 09 June 2011. <http://history.hanover.edu/texts/petrarch/pet01.html>.
The poem, of which I hath enclosed, It may be one that thee hath oppose. “The fact is, poetry is very far from being opposed to theology.” Theology is a form of poetry, poetry a category for theology. “That everyone will admit…” The two can be knit, To form poems such as those. God is the focus of theology, While the focus of poetry hath many more a category.
This is from Petracrh’s “On the Nature of Poetry To his Brother Ghererdo” “[Page 261] I judge, from what I know of your religious fervour, that you will feel a sort of repugnance toward the poem which I enclose in this letter, deeming it quite out of harmony with all your professions, and in direct opposition to your whole mode of thinking and living. But you must not be too hasty in your conclusions. What can be more foolish than to pronounce an opinion upon a subject that you have not investigated? The fact is, poetry is very far from being opposed to theology. Does that surprise you? One may almost say that theology actually is poetry, poetry concerning God. To call Christ now a lion, now a lamb, now a worm, what pray is that if not poetical? And you will find thousands of such things in the Scriptures, so very many that I cannot attempt to enumerate them. What indeed are the parables of our Saviour, in the Gospels, but words whose sound is foreign to their [Page 262] sense, or allegories, to use the technical term? But allegory is the very warp and woof of all poetry. Of course, though, the subject matter in the two cases is very different. That everyone will admit. In the one case it is God and things pertaining to him that are treated, in the other mere gods and mortal men.” "On the Nature of Poetry To his Brother Ghererdo." Francis Petrarch: Familiar Letters. Trans. James Harvey Robinson. Ed. James Harvey Robinson, Monica Banas, Stephanie Hammett, Heather Haralson, and Jonathan Perry. History Department, Hanover College, Mar. 2001. Web. 09 June 2011. <http://history.hanover.edu/texts/petrarch/pet13.html>.