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|
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