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Those first great geniuses moved by sublime events lifted their wings to paradise, while to us so many powerful signs of God's goodness seem weak, barren, defaced. But if nature can't open sick mortal eyes to see beyond the self--at least deign to look at yourself; surely you ought to scorn complicity in great suffering. Then you'll see what God expects, and within the moving labyrinth of this earth hold ever more fixedly to that solid rock--the church--where is His Goodness. One can separate weak nature from our acts, pray his sweet mercy tempers most bitter wrong. |
An image of the Italian text from Visconti's 1840 edition |
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Notes: From V XII:172. See also B S1:32:101; in MS V2 (see Caruso f46); Valgrisi 32. My guess is this poem has an interlocutor and it's Ascanio Colonna, VC's younger brother, the oldest living son of Fabrizio. Key |
