All my thoughts always speak to me of love,
Yet have between themselves such difference
That while one bids me bow with mind and sense,
A second saith, “Go to: look thou above”;
The third one, hoping, yields me joy enough;
And with the last come tears, I scarce know whence:
All of them craving pity in sore suspense,
Trembling with fears that the heart knoweth of.
And thus, being all unsure which path to take,
Wishing to speak I know not what to say,
And lose myself in amorous wanderings:
Until (my peace with all of them to make),
Unto mine enemy I needs must pray,
My lady Pity, for the help she brings.
(Dante Alighieri)
More Poetry from Dante Alighieri:
Dante Alighieri Poems based on Topics: Love, Hope, Sense & Perception- Paradiso: Canto II (Dante Alighieri Poems)
- Paradiso: Canto I (Dante Alighieri Poems)
- The Thorn Forest (Dante Alighieri Poems)
- Ulysses' Last Voyage (Dante Alighieri Poems)
- Sonnet: I Muse Over (Dante Alighieri Poems)
- Sonnet: My Lady (Dante Alighieri Poems)