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Unio Mystica

Late have I loved you, O Beauty ever ancient, ever new, late have I loved you! You were within me, but I was outside, and it was there that I searched for you. In my unloveliness I plunged into the lovely things which you created. You were with me, but I was not with you. Created things kept me from you; yet if they had not been in you they would have not been at all. You called, you shouted, and you broke through my deafness. You flashed, you shone, and you dispelled my blindness. You breathed your fragrance on me; I drew in breath and now I pant for you. I have tasted you, now I hunger and thirst for more. You touched me, and I burned for your peace.

I don't know why I was thinking about Saint Augustine tonight. Maybe its the season; maybe its the weather reminding me of my childhood. I remember reading that passage in Saint Augustine's Confessions when I was a kid and thinking that this paragraph was one of the most beautiful love poems ever written. I still do.

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maewitch
Dec. 12th, 2007 05:17 am (UTC)
Lovely.
alicia_stardust
Dec. 12th, 2007 09:05 am (UTC)
That's breathtaking. That's the type of poem that, had I known of it some years ago, I would have read over and over until I could recite it in my head, whisper it to myself, and savor the way each word rolled into the next.
ajodasso
Dec. 12th, 2007 10:00 am (UTC)
There's a quote from him that ends "...and a heart that understands cuts like rust in the bones" that I've always adored. I need to reread Confessions and find it again.
juniperus
Dec. 12th, 2007 03:02 pm (UTC)
He who puts on wisdom, puts on grief; and a heart that understands cuts like rust in the bones.

(I can't recall where it is, Kebechet's above quote is X-XXVII, however. anyway, a translation is here)
ann_o_nymous
Dec. 12th, 2007 10:01 am (UTC)
:D
juniperus
Dec. 12th, 2007 03:04 pm (UTC)
Oh hey, I really like that translation!
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