Lyrical Perfection 3
23 November 2006To every captive soul and gentle heart
into whose sight this present speech may come,
so that they might write its meaning for me,
greetings, in their lord’s name, who is Love.
Already a third of the hours were almost past
of the time when all the stars were shining,
when Love suddenly appeared to me
whose memory fills me with terror.
Joyfully Love seemed to me to hold
my heart in his hand, and held in his arms
my lady wrapped in a cloth sleeping.
Then he woke her, and that burning heart
he fed to her reverently, she fearing,
afterwards he went not to be seen weeping.
—–Dante
(I have taken the liberty to replace ‘Amor’ with Love.)
The poems in this series are those that, when I have read, have left me moved to stillness. I simply have no more words to describe what I feel and no more words to express my longing to write like this.
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