He said: "By other ways, by other portsThou to the shore shalt come, not here, for passage;A lighter vessel needs must carry thee. Fixed in the slime they say: “We were sullen in the sweet air, that is gladdened by the sun, bearing indolent smoke in our hearts: now we lie here, sullen, in the black mire.” This measure they gurgle in their throats, because they cannot utter it in full speech.’. Bestemmiavano Dio e lor parenti,l’umana spezie e ’l loco e ’l tempo e ’l semedi lor semenza e di lor nascimenti. Mandelbaum is writing in blank verse (although here the first and third lines rhyme, that is not indicative of the whole), so you’re faced with a choice: Do you trust the efforts, strained at times, of the translator who remains loyal to the form, or opt for a more natural-sounding version? That party will hold its head high for a long time, weighing the Whites down, under heavy oppression, however they weep and however ashamed they are. No hope of rest, or even lesser torment, comforts them. A former U.S. Senate chief of staff makes the humanities accessible. Questi sciaurati, che mai non fur vivi,erano ignudi e stimolati moltoda mosconi e da vespe ch’eran ivi. And then, as I looked onwards, I saw people on the bank of a great river, at which I said: ‘Master, now let me understand who these are, and what custom makes them so ready to cross over, as I can see by the dim light.’ And he to me: ‘The thing will be told you, when we halt our steps, on the sad strand of Acheron.’ Then, fearing that my words might have offended him, I stopped myself from speaking, with eyes ashamed and downcast, till we had reached the flood. A multitude always stand before him, and go in turn to be judged, speak and hear, and then are whirled downwards. The next is Dido who killed herself for love, and broke faith with Sichaeus’s ashes: then comes licentious Cleopatra. That interlocking pattern continues throughout the cantos and is one of the work’s most distinctive aspects. They were striking each other, not only with hands, but head, chest, and feet, mangling each other with their teeth, bite by bite. But when he saw that I did not depart, he said: ‘By other ways, by other means of passage, you will cross to the shore: a quicker boat must carry you.’ And my guide said to him: ‘Charon, do not vex yourself: it is willed there, where what is willed is done: ask no more.’ Then the bearded mouth, of the ferryman of the livid marsh, who had wheels of flame round his eyes, was stilled. Love led us to one death. Do you not hear how pitiful his grief is? Caïna, in the ninth circle waits, for him who quenched our life.’, These words carried to us, from them. These were priests, that are without hair on their heads, and Popes and Cardinals, in whom avarice does its worst. And I, my head surrounded by the horror, said: ‘Master, what is this I hear, and what race are these, that seem so overcome by suffering?’, And he to me: ‘This is the miserable mode in which those exist, who lived without praise, without blame. They struck against each other, and then each wheeled around where they were, rolling the reverse way, shouting: ‘Why do you hold?’ and ‘Why do you throw away.’, So they returned along the gloomy circle, from either side to the opposite point, shouting again their measure of reproach. The good Master began to speak: ‘Take note of him, with a sword in hand, who comes in front of the other three, as if he were their lord: that is Homer, the sovereign poet: next Horace the satirist: Ovid is the third, and last is Lucan. They will go butting each other to eternity: and these will rise from their graves with grasping fists, and those with shorn hair. And my guide said to me: ‘He will not stir further, until the angelic trumpet sounds, when the Power opposing evil will come: each will revisit his sad grave, resume his flesh and form, and hear what will resound through eternity.’ So we passed over the foul brew of rain and shadows, with slow steps, speaking a little of the future life. We were still some way from it, but not so far that I failed to discern in part what noble people occupied that place. I began: ‘Poet, who guides me, examine my virtue, see if I am fitting, before you trust me to the steep way.
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