When I finish remembering the gifts

When I finish remembering the gifts
of the undefeated inner man, so
clear to everyone, so splendid, I fix
my mind on his body, as beautiful,

as rare. Though I've dwelt upon his spirit,
his body is no less welcome to me:
our chaste real love would've been a passing
shallow thing if passion had been left out.

But no matter how upright his life was,
how pleasant upon the eyes his presence,
no, rather let me say that his virtue

was so true, his beauty so vivid, all
who saw or lived near him knew what such things
are and felt themselves in the golden age.

An image of the Italian text from Visconti's 1840 edition
From V LXXXIX:89. See also B A1:62:34; R XII:40. Key

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