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Does love provdce us with frim mooring, terra firma instead of the hopeless and aimless wanderings of terra incognita. Does love provide us with an ontological rootedness after the initial swooning in ontological vertigo. Is love inscruable, is there an aura around our loved ones which might be deemed a pathology. Have we, wooers and wooed been lied to by candles and the moon.
Read up on Aphrodite who played a role in the Eros and Psyche legend, and later was both Adonis's lover and his surrogate mother. Many lesser beings were said to be children of Aphrodite.
including Troubadors, Dante, and Petrach
In taking a measaure on love we would do well to track back to Francesco Petrarch (July 20, 1304 – July that father of humanism.
On April 6, 1327, Good Friday, after Petrarch gave up his vocation as a priest, the sight of a woman called "Laura" in the church of Sainte-Claire d'Avignon awoke in him a lasting passion, celebrated in the Rime sparse ("Scattered rhymes"). Later, Renaissance poets who copied Petrarch's style named this collection of 366 poems Il Canzoniere ("Song Book"). Laura may have been Laura de Noves, the wife of Count Hugues de Sade (an ancestor of the Marquis de Sade. There is little definite information in Petrarch's work concerning Laura, except that she is lovely to look at, fair-haired, with a modest, dignified bearing. Laura and Petrarch had little or no personal contact.
According to his "Secretum", she refused him for the very proper reason that she was already married to another man. He channeled his feelings into love poems that were exclamatory rather than persuasive, and wrote prose that showed his contempt for men who pursue women. Upon her death in 1348, the poet found that his grief was as difficult to live with as was his former despair. Later in his "Letter to Posterity", Petrarch wrote: "In my younger days I struggled constantly with an overwhelming but pure love affair – my only one, and I would have struggled with it longer had not premature death, bitter but salutary for me, extinguished the cooling flames. I certainly wish I could say that I have always been entirely free from desires of the flesh, but I would be lying if I did".
Before that we have Dante 1265–1321 In Italy he is known as il Sommo Poeta ("the Supreme Poet")
who first saw Beatrice when she was nine, such stories aboung in love lore.
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