In Confessions, Augustine
repented of being consumed with lesser beauties,
which distracted him from the most beautiful God:
'Late I have loved You, Beauty so ancient and so new, late have I loved You! And
behold, You were within me, and I was outside, and I sought you there, and threw
myself deformed, upon the beautiful things You made. You were with me; but I
was not with you. Those things held me far from You; things which would not
even exist unless they were in You. You called and cried out and broke upon my
deafness; You shone forth and glowed and chased away my blindness; You blew
fragrantly on me, and I drew breath and I pant for You; I tasted You, and I hunger
and thirst for You; You touched me, and I was inflamed with desire for your peace'
In this passage, Augustine recalls the experience of beauty calling out to him,
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem