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‘Know that the vessel which the serpent broke   

               
was and is not. Let those who are to blame

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take heed: God’s vengeance fears no hindrance.

               
‘The eagle that left its feathers on the car   

               
so that it first was monster and then prey

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shall not remain without an heir forever.

               
‘For I see clearly and do thus declare:

               
stars already near at hand promise us a time

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safe from all delay, from all impediment,

               
‘when a Five Hundred Ten and Five,   

               
sent by God, shall slay the thieving wench

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and the giant sinning there beside her.

               
‘Perhaps my words, obscure as those of Themis   

               
or the Sphinx, persuade you less

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because, like theirs, they cloud your mind.

               
‘Events soon to occur shall be the Naiads

               
that solve this hard enigma

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without the loss of flocks or ears of corn.

               
‘Mark them, and, as they come from me,   

               
set these words down for those

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who live the life that is a race to death.   

               
‘And keep in mind, when you shall write them,   

               
not to conceal the story of the tree

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that now not once but twice has here been plundered.

               
‘Whoever robs that tree or does it harm   

               
by blasphemous act gives great offense to God,

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since He, with hidden purpose, made it sacred.

               
‘By eating of that tree the first soul longed

               
in pain and in desire five thousand years and more

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for Him who in Himself redeemed that bite.

               
‘Your wits are sleeping if they do not grasp

               
that for a special reason it stands so tall

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and is inverted, growing wider at its top.   

               
‘And if vain thoughts had not been water of the Elsa   

   

               
to your mind, and your delight in them

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a Pyramus to make the mulberry turn red,   

               
‘by such attributes alone you might have seen

               
the moral sense of the justice of God

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in His interdiction of the tree.   

               
‘But since I see your mind has turned to stone

               
and, petrified, has gone so dark

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that the light of what I say confounds you,

               
‘I wish that, if not written, then sketched out,

               
you carry what I’ve said inside you, just as   

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a pilgrim brings his staff back wreathed with palm.’

               
And I: ‘Even as wax maintains the seal   

               
and does not alter the imprinted image,

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my brain now bears Your stamp.

               
‘But why is it that Your longed-for words

               
soar up so far beyond my sight

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the more it strives the more it cannot reach them?’

               
‘So that you may come to understand,’ she said,   

               
‘the school that you have followed

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and see if what it teaches follows well my words,

               
‘and see that your way is as far from God’s

               
as that highest heaven, which spins the fastest,

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is distant from the earth.’

               
To that I answered: ‘As far as I remember

               
I have not ever estranged myself from You,

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nor does my conscience prick me for it.’

               
‘But if you cannot remember that,’   

               
she answered, smiling, ‘only recollect

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how you have drunk today of Lethe,

               
‘and if from seeing smoke we argue there is fire   

               
then this forgetfulness would clearly prove

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your faulty will had been directed elsewhere.

               
‘But from now on my words shall be   

               
as naked as is needed

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to make them plain to your crude sight.’

               
Now more resplendent and with slower steps   

               
the sun was keeping its meridian circle, which,

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now here, now there, shifts with one’s point of view,

               
when, just as a man escorting others

               
comes to a halt if he discovers

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something unexpected—or some sign of it,

               
the seven ladies halted just beside dim shadows,

               
such as, beneath green leaves and darker boughs,

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mountains cast above their icy streams.

               
In front of the ladies it seemed to me I saw   

               
Tigris and Euphrates issue from a single source

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and, like friends, slowly part from one another.

               
‘O light, O glory of the human race,

               
what water pours here from a single source,

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then separates, departing from itself?’

               
To my question she replied: ‘Ask your question

               
of Matelda.’ And that fair lady answered,   

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as one who would be free from any blame:

               
‘This and other things I have already told him.   

               
And I am certain that Lethe’s waters

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did not conceal it from him.’

               
And Beatrice: ‘Perhaps a greater care,

               
which often strips us of remembrance,

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has veiled the eyes of his mind in darkness.

               
‘But see Eunoe streaming forth there.

               
Bring him to it and, as you are accustomed,   

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revive the powers that are dead in him.’

               
As a gentle spirit that makes no excuses

               
but makes another’s will its own

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as soon as any signal makes that clear,

               
so, once she held me by the hand, the lady moved

               
and, as though she were mistress of that place,

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said to Statius: ‘Now come with him.’

               
If, reader, I had more ample space to write,   

               
I should sing at least in part the sweetness

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of the drink that never would have sated me,

               
but, since all the sheets

               
made ready for this second canticle are full,

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the curb of art lets me proceed no farther.

               
From those most holy waters   

               
I came away remade, as are new plants

               
renewed with new-sprung leaves,

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pure and prepared to rise up to the stars.

The Purgatorio: Italian
PURGATORIO I

               
Per correr miglior acque alza le vele   

               
omai la navicella del mio ingegno,

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che lascia dietro a sé mar sì crudele;

               
e canterò di quel secondo regno   

               
dove l’umano spirito si purga

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e di salire al ciel diventa degno.

               
Ma qui la morta poesì resurga,   

               
o sante Muse, poi che vostro sono;

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e qui Calïopè alquanto surga,

               
seguitando il mio canto con quel suono

               
di cui le Piche misere sentiro

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lo colpo tal, che disperar perdono.

               
Dolce color d’orïental zaffiro,   

               
che s’accoglieva nel sereno aspetto   

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del mezzo, puro infino al primo giro,

               
a li occhi miei ricominciò diletto,

               
tosto ch’io usci’ fuor de l’aura morta

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che m’avea contristati li occhi e ’l petto.

               
Lo bel pianeto che d’amar conforta   

               
faceva tutto rider l’orïente,

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velando i Pesci ch’erano in sua scorta.

               
I’ mi volsi a man destra, e puosi mente   

               
a l’altro polo, e vidi quattro stelle

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non viste mai fuor ch’a la prima gente.

               
Goder pareva ’l ciel di lor fiammelle:

               
oh settentrïonal vedovo sito,   

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poi che privato se’ di mirar quelle!

               
Com’ io da loro sguardo fui partito,

               
un poco me volgendo a l’altro polo,   

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là onde ’l Carro già era sparito,

               
vidi presso di me un veglio solo,   

               
degno di tanta reverenza in vista,   

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che più non dee a padre alcun figliuolo.

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