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Before I was half-way up the steep road of our human journey I saw and feared how it would end: but the sweet memory of how it began seduces and I welcome the taste of that bitter insight. If I bend or fall under the weight, I regret nothing: my strength are passion are as strong; rather, I feel it fitting to walk in his splendor. With him I lived in peace: he taught me where life's hidden traps lie; faint remnants of his acuteness are here lighting, pointing out a path through the rocks. Here I start and there I will end safely He will make me worthy, happy, all will come clear. |
An image of the Italian text from Visconti's 1840 edition |
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Notes: From V LXXVI:76. See also B A1:63:34; R LXXXI:227. Key |
