Monday, March 9, 2026
INFERNO, Canto XXIX, illustration 2
Title: I saw two there like two pans that are put
one against the other to hold their warmth.
They were covered with great scabs from head to foot.
Wednesday, March 4, 2026
INFERNO, Canto XXIX, illustration 1
Title: …and from those dead
such shrieks and strangled agonies shrilled through me
like shafts, but barbed with pity that my hands
flew to my ears.
Monday, March 2, 2026
INFERNO, Canto XIV, illustration 3 (alternate version)
Title: His head is made of gold; of silverwork
his breast and both his arms, of polished brass
the rest of his great torso to the fork.
He is of chosen iron from there down,
except that his right foot is terra cotta;
it is this foot he rests more weight upon.
Every part except the gold is split
by a great fissure from which endless tears
Friday, February 27, 2026
INFERNO, Canto XIII, illustration 1 (alternate versions)
Title: Here nest the odious Harpies of whom my Master
wrote how they drove Aeneas and his companions
Tuesday, February 24, 2026
INFERNO, Canto X, illustration 2 (alternate version)
Title: My eyes were fixed on him already. Erect,
he rose above the flame, great chest, great brow;
Monday, February 23, 2026
INFERNO, Canto IX, illustration 2 (alternate version)
Title: ...all at once three hellish and inhuman
Furies sprang to view, bloodstained and wild.
Their limbs and gestures hinted they were women.
Sunday, February 22, 2026
INFERNO, Canto XXVIII, illustration 4
Title: I saw it there; I seem to see it still --
a body without a head, that moved along
like all the others in that spew and spill.
It held the severed head by its own hair,
swinging it like a lantern in its hand;
and the head looked at us and wept in its despair.
Saturday, February 21, 2026
INFERNO, Canto XXVIII, illustration 3
Title: And one among them with both arms hacked through
cried out, raising his stumps on the foul air
Friday, February 20, 2026
INFERNO, Canto XXVIII, illustration 2
Title: Another -- he had his throat slit, and his nose
slashed off as far as the eyebrows, and a wound
where one of his ears had been -- standing with those
who stared at me in wonder from the pit,
opened the grinning wound of his red gullet
Tuesday, February 17, 2026
INFERNO, Canto XXVIII, illustration 1
Title: Behind us, warden of our mangled horde,
the devil who butchers us and sends us marching
waits to renew our wounds with his long sword
when we have made the circuit of the pit;
for by the time we stand again before him
all the wounds he gave us last have knit.
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