Deception reading the Spiritual Canticle of St. John of the Cross, which is said yet so good. Sentimentality sweet and too sweet, sugary-sweet on this side, as the writings of St. Francis de Sales. What I dislike most is that it is a virtuous rewriting of the Song of Solomon, the love poem hot, wild and not at all "appropriate" or virtuous, a thug song, really. But so much more powerful and more beautiful. Perhaps it is that it comes from the translation, but when you compare:
Deign therefore do not despise me,
Because you have found the black complexion
You can watch me well now,
For since your eyes are fixed on me,
You left me grace and goodness.
and I am black, but I am beautiful, O daughters of Jerusalem,
like the tents of Kedar, as the curtains of Solomon.
Look not at my complexion black
is the sun that burned me.
At least it made me want to reread the original poem, without seeing a purely allegorical reading (Both Jewish and Christian) as convincing as that of the pious interpreters of Hafez, striving to persuade the wine drunk by the mystical poet, and the handsome boy she nailed the heart is the divine reflection. Not that it is not as appropriate. It also the case.
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