If all I've said about her until this
were comprehended in a single praise,
now it would be too little to suffice.
I saw her beauty passing all our ways
of understanding, and believe indeed
that He alone who fashioned her enjoys
Its fullness. From this pass I must concede
myself more overcome than ever was
tragedian or comic at the peak
Of difficulty: as the sun in eyes
that tremble weakly, so my memory
of her sweet smile now robs the intellect
And leaves me at a loss. From the first day
I saw her face until this vision now,
my road to song has not been cut away,
But here, as every artist, I must bow
to my last power, and cease to follow on
her loveliness by signs in poetry.
Such beauty I must leave to a clarion
more brilliant than my trumpet to unite
clear words and arduous truth...
(Canto 30.16-34)
"Lady in whom my hope is green anew,
who suffered for my healing, and who deigned
to leave your footprints in the lands below,
It was your power and excellence that sustained
my pilgrimage to see all I have seen;
to you I owe the grace and strength I've gained.
I was a slave; you brought me liberty,
through every road I walked, by every means
you had within your power to succor me.
Preserve in me your work's magnificence
so that my soul, which you have healed, one day
will please you when it slips the body's bands."
I prayed - and she, who was as far away
as she appeared, yet smiled and looked at me;
then turned again to the eternal Spring.
(Canto 31.79-93).
I tear up every time. ='P
The greatest monument ever created for any woman.
That last line is the most important...by the way.
Poi si torno a l'etterna fontana
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