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One morning I found myself in the sky,
solitude, uncommon dreams lifted me above the ordinary human course, drove me until I seemed to see the face Love painted on my heart, clearer, alive, to hear the spheres' glad circling. That moment, before desire's let down taught me how a hand flung out made reality, softly the way rain sometimes falls. There was also light and I heard words: 'That dear strong knot binds us still, reminds us of what was sweet to lessen the bitterness." Outside time, fixed on him absorbed, as I reached out, he disappeared-- not allowed?--how I ache from the moment. |
An image of the Italian text from Visconti's 1840 edition |
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Notes: From V XLII:42, B A1:41:23, and commentary in R XC:257-62 (VC influenced by Paradiso,, Canto 23. Key |
