somebody said recently that reading Petratch's sonnets is one of the great moments in one's life,like reading Keats's Odes for the first time...or Hamlet maybe....its a transformative experience...sure is...dunno bout petrarch...but when you are reading ,at times you stumble upon a line, a phrase, a sentence that is so beautiful and you think of the grecian urn...happens to me...its such a thrill of sheer hedonistic pleasure...its a heady experience, a surge of pride in what human civilization can achieve, a sudden revival of faith in the now dead and gone vision. if i could write something like that, i would die happy.