Introduction Memory is the sunrise to the landscape of reading where meanings dim are often brightened, and where those dazzling colors come to fill the mind. The echo of lines emerge again in the still air with wings wide outspread. Behold these words-feathered — they fly swiftly, they come streaming, they pour forth with might wondrous.
The only line of the entire poem I have memorized is the last one, but it is relevant here: “The Love that moves the sun and all the other stars.” - “l’amor che move il sole e l’altre stelle”
The only line of the entire poem I have memorized is the last one, but it is relevant here: “The Love that moves the sun and all the other stars.” - “l’amor che move il sole e l’altre stelle”