Stanza 17
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Detente, cierzo muerto;
ven, austro, que recuerdas los amores,
aspira por mi huerto,
y corran sus olores
y pacerá el Amado entre las flores.
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O killing north wind, cease!
Come, south wind, that awakens love!
Blow through my garden,
And let its odors flow,
And the Beloved shall feed among the flowers.
Excerpt of Saint John +’s teaching on stanza 17:
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Personal reflection on stanza 17:
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