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|
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