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I am always hearing him speak wise words, everywhere I go I feel his presence, see a radiance neither time's harshness nor death can weaken or blur--so my heart aches with desire I still display all too often. This solid flesh, opaque earth doesn't get in my way: I have the strength to free my mind and reach for something else. Our ears and eyes veil God's light and lovely harmonies: glimpsed splendor, overheard sweet sounds are what is left to me. Beloved-- believe sometimes to be with me won't weigh so much upon you--whose chivalry and beauty still illumine this venal world. |
An image of the Italian text from Visconti's 1840 edition |
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Notes: From V LXIV:64. See also B A2:30:70;; R LXXVII:215. Key |
