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DANTE DA MAIANO TO OTHER POETS (XXXIX)
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You who are intelligent, consider this vision and please show its true meaning. It was like this: a fair woman, in gaining whose favour my heart takes much pleasure, made me a gift of a green leafy garland; and charmingly she did so. And then I seemed to find myself clothed in a shift that she had worn.
Then I made so bold as gently to embrace her. The fair one did not resist, but smiled; and as she smiled I kissed her repeatedly. I will not say what followed - she made me swear not to. And a dead woman - my mother - was with her.
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