What a beautiful stanza! I love how it captures the contrast between the river's power and the quiet spirit within. The imagery of the river as a proud king flowing towards golden leaves is both strong and gentle. It makes me think about how powerful nature can be, yet there's a hidden, delicate side that longs for something sweet and peaceful. The way the poem combines strength with longing really touches my heart. It's like a dance between the mighty river and the gentle breeze, each playing their part in the journey of life.
Po, well can you bear away my outer spoil as your potent and fast-flowing water heaves, but the hidden spirit which within it breathes, cares little for your own or other's moil;
for, neither to port nor starboard will it toil but, favoured by the breeze its desire achieves, winging its way towards those golden leaves, and will the wind, sails, oars and water foil.
King of all rivers, proud and haughty wake, that meets the sun when it to us brings light, and does in the west a finer light forsake,
upon your horns you bear my mortal plight; but the other part doth love-clad feathers break, and to its sweet abode hastes back in flight.
That is a poem of Petrach - The Canzoniere
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