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Tell me, you whom God welcomed and revered so that from among women he chose you to nourish His son with your milk, how was it He did not consume you completely and tear open your breast and heart with His mouth? Why you were not overwhelmed and released forever from this life? Good through and through why did your flesh, each living part of you not melt into milk while you breathed with him in that moment of time. Alas, narrow as we are, so far from you and He is the norm, we can't grasp nor value how He died so we'd know eternity, retreat, peace: weak vain fools don't even think this way. |
An image of the Italian text from Visconti's 1840 edition |
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Notes: From V LXXXVI:246. See also B S1:103:136; MSs Ve2, L, V2. Valgrisi 104. Translation: Roscoe 328. A fourth in a series meditating the Virgin. Key |
