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Let's peek through the grass--he's there, your young tree countless lovely flowers tell us, hidden, swathed in delicate, gauzy veil--tender child, your promise rouses the soul to hope. If God, always so angry at me, ends my life before he's grown, I pray before these soft cheeks roughen with a beard, I'll see in him a proud Roman like our father-- he'll not just have the name, Fabrizio, but his words and effort, his actions shall prove he is such another rare hero. Brother, how glad your proud spirit must be that God reveals his radiance here in the gentle and bright presence of your boy. |
An image of the Italian text from Visconti's 1840 edition |
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Notes: From V X:396. See also B E7:206; MSs L, CASI, RA. Translation: Roscoe 163. To Ascanio Colonna, on his son, Fabrizio, by Giovanna d'Aragona. They married April 1521; two children (Fabrizio and Vittoria) are recorded by 1525; he fought with his father in 1541. Key |
