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      November 11, 2022from The Banned Babylon Sonnets of PetrarchFrancesco Petrarca

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      May Heaven’s brimstone rain down, reprobate,
      upon your hair since sin is such a thrill—
      you who ate acorns, drank the river’s swill,
      then robbed the poor to be both rich and great!
       
      You nest of treachery, you incubate
      for everybody almost every ill!
      Slave to wine, beds and food, your overkill
      produces proof that is beyond debate!
       
      Girls and old goats cavort in every room,
      which for their frolics Satan has arrayed
      with bellows, mirrors and the flames of doom.
       
      You were not raised with cushions in the shade,
      but nude and shoeless where the briars bloom—
      may God now smell the stench your life has made!
       
       
      Translated from the Italian by A.M. Juster

      from #77 - Fall 2022

      A.M. Juster

      “This translation comes from my complete translation of Petrarch’s Canzoniere due out next year from W.W. Norton, in which I closely match the exact rhymes, meter, and line lengths of all 366 poems, and try to do so in clearer, more colloquial language than has usually been the case in the past. This poem, part of angry three-poem sequence against papal corruption, shows the more political side of the poet; it was banned by the Vatican for more than a century.”

      Francesco Petrarca (1304–1374), commonly anglicized as Petrarch, was a scholar and poet of early Renaissance Italy, and one of the earliest humanists. Petrarch’s rediscovery of Cicero’s letters is often credited with initiating the Italian Renaissance and the founding of Renaissance humanism.

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