If I am shaken from my reveries

If I am shaken from my reveries,
I withdraw further from this sordid life
like a ship previously hastening
now motionless in a perilous calm.

How is it my mortal flesh, a woman's--
a fate woven for my pain, confined to
a skirt--is drawn back to earth just as I
find myself within his transcendent light.

If to be with him there satisfies me,
nourishes and keeps me alive, and life
in this prison is grief-filled living death,

how is it the lesser light can destroy
the greater? and the soul be driven from
a noble fate through such low characters.

An image of the Italian text from Visconti's 1840 edition
From V XXX:30. See also B A1:54:30; R XCVIII:283. Key

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