Read "Sonnet 292” by Petrarch. The eyes I spoke of once in words that burn,
The arms and hands and feet and lovely face
That took me from myself for such a space
Of time and marked me out from other men;
The waving hair of unmixed gold that shone,
The smile that flashed with the angelic rays
That used to make this earth a paradise,
Are now a little dust, all feeling gone;
And yet I live, grief and disdain to me,
Left where the light I cherished never shows,
In fragile bark on the tempestuous sea.
Here let my loving song come to a close;
The vein of my accustomed art is dry,
And this, my lyre, turned at last to tears.
Between the octave and the sestet, a shift in ideas occurs when the speaker
realizes the full impact the loss of the woman has on his life.
decides to take a long sea voyage to get away from the woman.
chooses to tell the woman that their difficult relationship is over.
resolves to give up his career in the arts because of the woman.