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Had it rained gold and silver, we'd've seen those unsure about another life run, their eager hands, greedy stomachs ready to gather in the sordid briefly-held treasure. Their blind getting and vain careers are very precious to the experts as today the brightest palms, greenest laurels go to wealth and not to true excellence. God has opened the gates of paradise to them, poured down from His wounded side a limitless gift--but no-one runs to Him. And if someone opens the gate to Him, shows the way, he's a cheat, self-deluded, he thinks too much of what's in his own mind. |
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Notes: From V XXVI:186. See also B S1:33:101; MS V2 (Caruso f47); Valgrisi 33. Translation: Stortoni & Lillie 69. On Bernardino Ochino; see MMazzetti, "La Poesia Come Vocazione Morale: VC," Rassegna Della Letterature Italiano, 77, Serie VI (1973), p. 31. Key |
