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This to the stars in the sky circling round, sparkling with light, the true Sun's gift to them, for Him become a calm bright ring, a crown, for you He becomes timeless glowing day; if, when we return and are awakened, we still know the compelling desire that brought us to you, but now secure, and like someone relieved, happy to be in an inn, begin to talk to you, saying: "Pray to Him who burns so steadily, who like brief lightning in shadowy woods would fleetingly unfold my way, for weak eyes make my journey a ray of light through that dark twisted world you're hidden from." What then? |
An image of the Italian text from Visconti's 1840 edition |
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Notes: From V CL:310. See also B S1:169:169; no M's; Valgrisi 170. A second of two sonnets on the Magi or three wise men or kings, this time identifying with them. Reference: Matt 2:12. Again Cf. T. S. Eliot, 'Journey of the Magi-- 1927', in Collected Poems, 1909-1962 Key |
