Wednesday, September 22, 2021
Sunday, September 19, 2021
INFERNO, Canto XVII, illustration 3
Title: Slowly, slowly he swims on through space,
wheels and descends, but I can sense it only
Saturday, September 18, 2021
INFERNO, Canto XVII, illustration 2
Title: I examined several faces there among
that sooty throng, and I saw none I knew;
but I observed that from each neck there hung
an enormous purse, each marked with its own beast
and its own colors like a coat of arms.
Wednesday, September 15, 2021
INFERNO, Canto XVII, illustration 1
Title: His face was innocent of every guile,
benign and just in feature and expression;
and under it his body was half reptile.
His two great paws were hairy to the armpits;
all his back and breast and both his flanks
were figured with bright knots and subtle circlets:
never was such a tapestry of bloom
woven on earth by Tartar or by Turk,
Tuesday, September 14, 2021
Wednesday, March 24, 2021
INFERNO, Canto XVI, illustration 3
Title: "O Florence! Your sudden wealth and your upstart
rabble, dissolute and overweening,
Wednesday, March 17, 2021
INFERNO, Canto XVI, illustration 2
Title: "Guido Guerra was the name he bore,
the good Gualdrada's grandson. In his life
he won great fame in counsel and in war.
The other who behind me treads this sand
was Tegghiaio Aldobrandi, whose good counsels
the world would have done well to understand.
And I who share in their torment, in my life
was Jacopo Rusticucci, above all
I owe my sorrows to a savage wife."
Tuesday, March 16, 2021
INFERNO, Canto XVI, illustration 1
Title: …three shades turned together on the plain,
breaking toward us from a company
Sunday, March 14, 2021
Thursday, March 11, 2021
INFERNO, Canto XV, illustration 3
Title: "Ah, had I all my wish," I answered then.
"you would not yet be banished from the world
in which you were a radiance among men,
for that sweet image, gentle and paternal,
you were to me in the world when hour by hour
you taught me how man makes himself eternal,
Wednesday, March 10, 2021
INFERNO, Canto XV, illustration 2
Title: And I, when he stretched out his arm to me,
searched his baked features closely, till at last
I traced his image from my memory
in spite of the burnt crust, and bending near
to put my face closer to his, at last
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