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Alius Carmen -" For the faux-res, pour quoi Trai aves "


of Dante talk about it much, but never too much. A couple of years ago, on my old blog , I got to see that Dante had been transformed from a nightmare to auctoritas favorite high school after just a few well-placed university courses. Now that the Middle Ages we gaily through water, I can only worship the madness Dante. What has always struck me is the use dell'Alighieri really casual, expressive, competent and diverse language. Try
would this composition, I say "would" because, despite the critics are now agreed in attributing to Dante, has long been regarded as spurious. The main characteristic of poetry is to be written in three languages: Old French, Latin and Italian, the effect is highly alienating, despite the theme, not the most original, the result is very interesting. To make you realize the linguistic structure of the poem, I used the bold for the verses in Italian, italics for those in France and the round for those in Latin.


the faux-res, pour quoi Trai aves
oculos meos? Et quid tibi feces,
who hast done so ruthless deception?
Iam audivissent verba mea Greeks.
E selonch vous autres dames saves
that 'deceiver is not worthy of praise.
Well you know how my heart rejoices

miserum eius prestolatur here:
je sper anc them, and do not care pas de moi.
For Dieus, how many malura
atque luck ruinosa datur
to him that, in waiting, the time lost, or already
never touches the green foil.

Conqueror, cor suave, de te first
that for a crazy-eyed look
not dovris vous avoir perdu la loi;
but 'I like them darts and stalks
always against insurgant me de silt,
dount Sero je mort, pour que je foi CROI. Fort
me desplait pour moi,

ch'i 'son guilty punished and no premium;
DICIT nec ipsa "malum est de isto"
unde querelam systolic.
She knows well that if 'my heart is the scrulla
a penser d'autre, que d'amour lesset ,
the faux cuers grant paine
an porteret.
Ben has this woman's heart ice
aspresse and much of this, but foi, est fors,
nisi pietatem habuerit servant.
Bien September Amours, if not to je Socors,
do that for her painful death
Neque plus vitam, hoping, I keep. Fri
omni meo nervo,
s'elle non fet que pour soun sen verai
io vegna a riveder sua faccia allegra.
Ahi Dio, quant'è integra.
Mes je m'en dout, si gran dolor en ai:
amorem versus me non tantum curat
quantum spes in me de ipsa durat.
Cianson, povés aler pour tout le monde,
namque locutus sum in lingua trina,
ut gravis mea spina
si saccia per lo mondo. Ogn'uomo senta:
forse pietà n'avrà chi mi tormenta.

(Dante, tutte le opere, Newton Compton editori, Roma 2007, pp. 769-770)


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