"Che sola a me par donna" (Petrarch)
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The little I do out of ardent love for
utterly little
if I love! and see it
merge with whatnot, is still for you--
the little I've got
And the primacy of eye and joy over eye,
amounting to the same old
cold of rigid hearts,
is still full value for ‘donna’, is it not?
But what can my beloved of frilly anklet, eye
disguised by the veil, do?
Up or down, pure or not
it will still be just for me the utterly little
I do love,
if I do