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Friday, October 14, 2016

Whatcha gonna do now, Tancred? (10)

[16: 42]

Cotai note leggendo, egli era intento
De le brevi parole a' sensi occulti.
Fremere intanto udìa continuo il vento
Tra le frondi del bosco e tra' virgulti;
E un suono uscir, che flebile concento
Par d'humani sospiri e di singulti;
E un non so che confuso instilla al core
Di pietà, di spavento e di dolore.

Reading the text, he was intent on grasping
The hidden meaning of that brief message.
Meanwhile he kept hearing the wind tremble
Among the wood's branches and younger shoots,
And a sound came from it, that seemed a feeble
Concert of human sighs and human sobs;
Which into his heart instilled a vague mix
Of compassion, and terror, and suffering.

See Freud's anguish theory.
This is Tassean poetry at its apogee.