Within a single volume, bounded by
love
I saw the scattered leaves of all the universe—
Substance and
accidents, and their relations,
As though together fused in such a
way
That what I speak of is a single light.
The universal form of this
commingling
I think I saw, for when I tell of it
My heart rejoice so much
the more...
How powerless is speech— how weak, compared
To my conception,
which itself is trifling
Beside the mighty vision that I saw!
O Light
Eternal, in Thyself contained!
Thou only know Thyself, and in Thyself
Both
known and knowing, smile on Thyself!
That very circle which appeared in
Thee,
Conceived as but reflection of a light,
When I had gazed on it
awhile, now seemed
To bear the image of a human face
Within itself, of its
own coloring—
Wherefore my sight was wholly fixed on it.
Like a geometer,
who will attempt
With all his power and mind to square the circle
Yet
cannot find the principle he needs:
Just so was I, at that phenomenon.
I
wished to see how image joined to ring,
And how the one found place within
the other.
Too feeble for such flights were my own wings;
But by a
lightning flash my mind was struck—
And thus came the fulfilment of my
wish.
My power now failed that phantasy sublime;
My will and my desire
were both revolved,
As in a wheel in even motion driven,
By Love, which
moves the sun and other stars.
"L'amor che muove il sole e l'altre
stelle"
— Dante Alighieri
(1265-1321)
Paradiso, XXXIII(1321)
