Love teaches me to feed on flames and tears;

Love teaches me to feed on flames and tears;
to turn withered hope green through desire;
to re-enslave my heart each time Love frees
his noble face from that heavy disdain;

Love also teaches me to bear his weight
when I dream he's there alluring, touching
me, and in the sweet encounter the pain's
gone and my beloved enjoys my languors;

Sweet are these tears, delicious this passion.
How is this--that I have lost all hope saves
me--in the back of my mind the sense I

can renounce the desire coursing through
my body--that people honor torment
when you smile serenely. Thus Love teaches me ...
An image of the Italian text from Visconti's 1840 edition
V CII:102. From B A2:36:73; R LXXXVI:244, and commentary. Key

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