Giovanni Boccaccio (1313–1375)

Translated by F. C. Gray

DANTE am I,—Minerva’s son, who knew

With skill and genius (though in style obscure),

And elegance maternal to mature

My toil, a miracle to mortal view.

Through realms Tartarean and celestial flew

My lofty fancy, swift-winged and secure;

And ever shall my noble work endure,

Fit to be read of men, and angels too.

Florence my earthly mother’s glorious name;

Stepdame to me, whom from her side she thrust,

Her duteous son,—bear slanderous tongues the blame!

Ravenna housed my exile, holds my dust;

My spirit is with Him from whom it came,—

A Parent envy cannot make unjust!