I envy the suicidal, so keep

I envy the suicidal, so keep
my wings ready, close, next to me that no
distance between earth and Sun keep me from
reaching my beloved who awakens

my desire. Maybe I could drown in
blind oblivion the memories of
joy grief seizes on, staggering the heart
until confused I forget such flight can't

get me what I want, all while I seek to
look into his eyes here on earth. Reason
tells me he dwells serenely elsewhere; how

can this give me peace? I'll stick to my aim,
as long as my body breathes this lovely air,
though these paths are quite steep for my poor feet.
An image of the Italian text from Visconti's 1840 edition
V LXX:70. From B A2:14:62. See also R XCI:262 and commentary. Key

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