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I gaze into and now see that outside this fiery overmastering Sun, filled with life, all is dark, wrongs everywhere-- inside it love is chaste, and I'm drawn to His luminous flame; early on He meant my sweet small Sun--who still shines over me-- to prepare, sear, reduce, yes, clarify my mind so now He enters--infinite light has illumined my soul forever. First there was a gleam, then a bright small flash, a flake or ember glowed as after a great conflagration. I always loved him without design, no thought to gain, enchant, in bliss now he knows this and prays for me. |
An image of the Italian text from Visconti's 1840 edition |
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Notes: From V CXVI:166. See also B S1:146:158; no MSs; Valgrisi 147. Key |
