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Yes, I yearned for my sweet Sun to know I could not be alienated from him; now he lives with God and knows, not believes, all my acts, thoughts, wishes, and all my words. He sees how he turned and how I followed, wanted, spoke to, saw, felt him everywhere; he knows memory never returns him to a perpetually devout heart. He sees his noble victorious deeds not new or secondary, of this age, but ancient and primal, made numinous. I pray to his hallowed fire: guide me through these turbulent troubled waters, past rocks and pitiless opposed sirens. |
An image of the Italian text from Visconti's 1840 edition |
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Notes: From V XLVIII:48. See also B A1:28:17; R XXXIV:103-105. Another close imitation of Petrarch ("Donna che lieta col Principio nostro" (Durling, pp. 544-5: "Lady, who as your rich life deserves, are now gladly seated near our Maker ... ") Key |
