I see something like a ball, fiery

I see something like a ball, fiery
with countless stars, and one radiant Sun
whose warmth and light are felt everywhere--
not like at day's end on earth when all is

dark and spent. When will my soul journey into
that country beyond the stars--a space so
vast I forget what my mind gathers there--
I am lost when I find myself on earth

once more, on my paper only a dark
outline drawn, a shadow of that Sun--and
when I speak to others, my voice is hoarse

and weak. Only when He wills us to see,
lends us wings, drives the dark away do we
fly among the suddenly light-filled clouds.
An image of the Italian text from Visconti's 1840 edition
V XXXVII:197. See also B S1:65:117 and MS V2 and Valgrisi 65. Key

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