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This poem is taken from PN Review 69, Volume 16 Number 1, September - October 1989.

Elegies David Wright

After Cino da Pistoia
c. 1270-1337


In fields I look for each white flower
Remembering what makes me sigh.

It's her white blouse that I remember
When the sharp arrow of Venus' archer
Lodged in my heart. When a light air
Lifts a white petal, I remember
The sweeter white of her eye
And my desire is for ever.


I was upon the high and happy mountain
I loved, and stumbled on that headstone
Where honesty laid a forehead down,
And which shut off all virtues' fountain
That day when through death's bitter pass
Was thrust the woman of my heart -
Alas that beauty, alas that charm.

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