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My mind is only happy when grieving,
because for me sorrow and love have been inseparable. I want wings to fly after that golden light in paradise. Before he died I followed behind him, this was how we lived, we accepted it without thought, caring nothing for all else: now I seek him--a sweet journey up this. steep path--drawn by the warmth of Venus' sphere-- gay flames which lead me on to the sun's sphere ah there I glimpse him in strange radiance. And as in a painting reality is made unfamiliar--my portrait, the light I follow challenges how he was known. |
An image of the Italian text from Visconti's 1840 edition |
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Notes: V IV:146. From B A1:79:42. In MS F1, RA, V1, Ve2 Key |
