“Many a time the thought returns to me: What sad conditions Love on me bestows! And moved by Pity I say frequently: 'Can there be anyone who my state knows?' For Love takes hold of me so suddenly My vital spirits I am near to lose. One only of them all survives in me, Staying to speak of you, as Love allows. To aid me then my forces I renew And pallid, all my courage drained long since, I come to you to remedy my plight; But if I raise my eyes to look at you So vast a tremor in my heart begins My beating pulses put my soul to flight.” LoveSoulSufferingDivine LovePlatonic LoveItalian PoetryPulsesEarthly LoveVital Spirit Book:La Vita Nuova Source: La Vita Nuova
“So long have I been subject to Love's sway And grown accustomed to his mastery That where at first his rule seemed harsh to me Sweet is his presence in my heart today. Thus when all fortitude he takes away, So that my frail spirits seem to flee, Then I am lost in sweetness utterly And pallid looks my fainting soul display. Love marshals then against me all his might;Routed, my spirits wander, murmuring, And to my lady bring Petition for new solace in my plight. Thus by her merest glance I am unmanned, And pride so humbled, none could understand.” LoveSoulMasterySweetnessDivine LoveSolaceFaintingItalian PoetryEarthly LoveCanzone Book:La Vita Nuova Source: La Vita Nuova