A couple of poems by Vittoria Colonna (1490 –
confused, to God the Father I can’t raise
the unworthy face, but to You who for us died
upon the wood, I turn a faithful heart.
against a wrath that’s ancient and yet new.
You are my only true and precious pledge,
turning to hope and joy anguish and dread.
As Your breath left you, You prayed for us: “O Father,
let those who believe join me in my kingdom.”
And now my soul at rest knows no more fear.
Your burning Passion which razed all my guilt
forever, as it consumed You on the cross.
The white, sweet swan
dies singing, while I weeping
come to the end of life.
How strange and different our fate:
his death is without comfort,
mine full of blessing.
O sweet and gentle death,
to me more pleasant
than any joyous life!
O death which fills me
with great desire and mirth,
for, as the
I die but find new birth!
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