dcentity2000
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Has anyone ever felt like their world was literally crashing down around them for the most petty of reasons?
The most minute thing, the silliest misplaced word - it can all snowball into a great avalanche of feeling. And I don't think that many people actually realise that.
In the thirteenth century, Dante Alighieri wrote a sonnet entitled "A ciascun'alma presa" about an encounter with a beautiful girl he had when only nine. He wrote the following:
"I write this piece of poetry for any soul taken by love and any noble heart,
so that they may write me back their opinion about it. I greets our lord, that is Love.
Love itself appeared suddenly to me when one third of the night had already passed.
If I think back about it I'm frightened.
Love seemed cheerful while bringing in its arms a sleeping woman wrapped in a cloth and in its hands my heart.
Love then woke her up and she ate this burning heart; it then went away crying."
This is a free prose translation from the Latin/Italian
The mere sight of the girl had caused Dante to become so overwhelmed with emotion that he had to retreat from public and fell into a deep sleep wherein he described the emotion of love appearing to him.
Dante wrote this sonnet many, many years after he saw the girl and years after the two of them walked their different ways.
My point is this: we don't always appreciate how the smallest things can have the greatest impact on the people we hold dear. I think maybe we should.
Does anyone else feel the same way? Have you ever felt the world crash down for even the silliest reason?
Rich::
The most minute thing, the silliest misplaced word - it can all snowball into a great avalanche of feeling. And I don't think that many people actually realise that.
In the thirteenth century, Dante Alighieri wrote a sonnet entitled "A ciascun'alma presa" about an encounter with a beautiful girl he had when only nine. He wrote the following:
"I write this piece of poetry for any soul taken by love and any noble heart,
so that they may write me back their opinion about it. I greets our lord, that is Love.
Love itself appeared suddenly to me when one third of the night had already passed.
If I think back about it I'm frightened.
Love seemed cheerful while bringing in its arms a sleeping woman wrapped in a cloth and in its hands my heart.
Love then woke her up and she ate this burning heart; it then went away crying."
This is a free prose translation from the Latin/Italian
The mere sight of the girl had caused Dante to become so overwhelmed with emotion that he had to retreat from public and fell into a deep sleep wherein he described the emotion of love appearing to him.
Dante wrote this sonnet many, many years after he saw the girl and years after the two of them walked their different ways.
My point is this: we don't always appreciate how the smallest things can have the greatest impact on the people we hold dear. I think maybe we should.
Does anyone else feel the same way? Have you ever felt the world crash down for even the silliest reason?
Rich::