Hey, my 14th day of this engaging sonnet-a-day-for-a-year challenge, and chance inspired me to write about none other than the Prince of the 14-line delicacy himself, Petrarch! A set of sonnets that seems could become more than but two, for now that will be all. This is the third in a series of sonnets discussing the two main models and their respective fathers.
According to my limited studies in Charles Tomlinson's Essay on the Sonnet, Petrarch reportedly honed each sonnet he penned nor would let it be publicized until he had edited it to his impeccable standards. Nothing less than perfection. And I, while I insist on only the absolute standards for sonnets, by contrast, generally post my sonnets sans editing before the proverbial ink is dry. Ooopsie.
(sonnet # CCCXIX)
Though Petrarch brought this darling form to reign
The crowning jew'l of poetry, and Prince
Thereof, whose ardent love for Laura prints
Her name by his devotion (fame small gain
For those emotions), etches his refrain
Through sonnet lore, the driving force being, since
This most exquisite gem ascended, glints
Of Love, its chiefest theme, it meets disdain.
And wherefore this? Petrarca's standard, key
To his success and this form's prominence,
Is nothing but the utmost best; whose fee
Is naught less than perfection, an expense
But few care to incur, including me.
Alas, dear Petrarch! Pardon my offence!
16Nov11
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