Parading

By such contrary winds I’m blown in terror

In a frail and rudderless bark on open seas,
In a frail and rudderless bark on open seas,
In a frail and rudderless bark on open seas,
Ballasted all with ignorance and error,
Ballasted all with ignorance and error,
Even my own desire I do not know;
Even my own desire I do not know;
I burn in winter and in high summer freeze. —Petrarch, translated by Morris Bishop
I burn in winter and in high summer freeze.
—Petrarch, translated by Morris Bishop

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