When Death dissolved the dear knot from childhood

When Death dissolved the dear knot from childhood
captivating us under the Heavens,
in the natural world, through love, she took
my life's object, my heart's food, and then bound

my soul--I clutched ever tighter to him.
I value and praise this snare: it keeps me
from worldly behavior and in the path
of integrity unswervingly--fruit

cannot rot, flowers don't die while I sit
crying in this lovely garden. We had
no children, but his chivalry joined with

my name in these poems lends this earth a new
splendour. God denied me other graces,
Death hides him from me, still I live through him,

An image of the Italian text from Visconti's 1840 edition
From V XXII:22 (frank, intense). See also Bullock A1:30:18 (self-censored) ; R LXVI:183. Translation: Roscoe, 341. Key

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