Blight her brow with blotch and blister,

Cramp her larynx, lung, and liver,

In her guts a galling give her.

Let her live to earn her dinners

In Mountjoy with seedy sinners:

Lord, this judgment quickly bring,

And I’m your servant, J. M. Synge.

TRANSLATIONS FROM
PETRARCH

SONNETS FROM “LAURA IN
DEATH”

LAURA BEING DEAD, PETRARCH
FINDS TROUBLE IN ALL THE
THINGS OF THE EARTH