My soul feels itself to be perishing and melting away, in the presence and sight of its miseries, in a cruel spiritual death.1 And all who wander near keep telling me a thousand graces of you, and all of them wound me more, and what leaves me dying
is an I-know-not-what they go on stammering.2
1Adapted from John of the Cross, Dark Night of the Soul, trans. E. Allison Peers, bk. 2, chap. 6.
2John of the Cross, Cántico espiritual, st. 7, custom English translation for Smelting.
2John of the Cross, Cántico espiritual, st. 7, custom English translation for Smelting.
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