See that lovely juniper, pressed so hard,
angry winds swirl round her, but she'll not let
her leaves fall or scatter; clenched, branches held
high, she gathers strength; her refuge within.
This, my friend, is a picture of my soul
standing firm against all; if life's ravaged,
weakened me, my fear's contained, and I win
by enduring a pain which makes it hurt
to breathe. Mine was a noble dream, sheltered
in his splendor and love, my pride would be
restored; I would encounter life's bitter
battles. Nature taught this tree to resist:
in me you see what reason can perform
how from the worst evil good can grow.
|An image of the Italian text from Visconti's 1840 edition|
From B A2, 25, 68; see also V CXI, 111); not in R, but in MS's L and CASI and in all earlier eds except R (e.g., 1538/9-692, 1540/2-44/6, 1552/9-60, 1760). Translations: Roscoe 112; Lawley 49-50; Jerrold 69-70; Therault 189-90. In this series VC defines herself first in terms of herself alone (in solitude) and then in terms of what she struggles against. Key