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The day was going, and the tawny sky. was taking earthly creatures from their. weariness, while, alone, the only one, I,. was preparing myself for war, to bear. the kind of journey, the kind of pity,. to be retraced by memory without err0r. O Muses, O high genius, now assist me!.

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The day was going and the tawny sky

The day was going, and the tawny sky

was taking earthly creatures from their

weariness, while, alone, the only one, I,


The day was going and the tawny sky

was preparing myself for war, to bear

the kind of journey, the kind of pity,

to be retraced by memory without err0r.


The day was going and the tawny sky

O Muses, O high genius, now assist me!

And you—whatever I saw you’d transcribe:

Your greatness will be obvious here, O memory!


The day was going and the tawny sky

I began: “Poet, now my guide,

first check my strength, for power enough to bother.

Is your faith that I’ll manage the profound pass justified?


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You say Silvius’ parent (that is, his father),

when he was perishable, went to the deathless

world alertly, each sense as alive as the other.


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But if evil of every kind’s Antagonist

was courteous, out of consideration for the high effect

he’d have on doers and deeds to come, well this


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cannot seem out of order to a man of intellect.

Who else, to be spiritual and imperial

Rome’s father, did empyrean heaven select?


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Both the one and the other, truth to tell,

were set up as the sacred locality

where the greatest Peter’s successor dwells.


The day was going and the tawny sky

On this trip—for which you provide credibility—

he learned the things to be the vehicle

for his triumph and papal authority.


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Later another went—the Chosen Receptacle,

for reinforcements for the convictions

that begin the way to salvation’s pinnacle.


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But why would I go there? On whose authorization?

I am not Aeneas. I am not Paul.

Worthy? Me? Not in my—or anyone’s—opinion.


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Say I decide to give this journey my all.

It would be the journey, is my fear, of an idiot.

You’re wise. You know me when I don’t speak at all.”


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Unwanting something after you’ve wanted it,

having a new thought, a change of interest,

and now your beginning’s completely uprooted—


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that was me on the beach of that dark slope’s chest,

reconsidering it to nothing—the mission

that had started out so fast.


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“Your words, if I’m correct, are an admission—”

replied that magnificent soul’s ghost,

“Timidity’s insulted your soul into submission,


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which often interferes till it’s got a man engrossed,

then rolls him away from what he’s honestly tried:

The beast false shadows spook, no true foot farther goes.


The day was going and the tawny sky

But so that these fears of yours will subside,

I’ll tell you why I came and what I comprehended

that moment that—over you!—I cried.


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I was among the ones who are suspended

when a lady beckoned, saintly and spectacular.

Command me anything! I demanded.


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Her eyes sent out more light than the star.

She began to speak—to me—gently and low,

as she alone can, in the voice all angels acquire.


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‘O noble Mantuan soul,

whose fame in the world proceeds without flux,

and will proceed for as far as the world will go,


The day was going and the tawny sky

my friend, but not good luck’s,

has been to the desert, and is now on

his way back—too many setbacks, no guts.


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His sense of right direction is so far gone

my fear is I’ve roused to his rescue too late.

Which I’ve heard heaven say about him all along.


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Move. Get out your words. Be ornate.

Whatever you’ve got that could save him, unlock.

Help him, console me. With his rescued state.


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I am Beatrice who makes you walk.

I come from where I cannot wait to be again.

The love that moved me makes me talk.


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When I have returned I will often

sing my Lord your praises at His throne.’

She was silent. And then I began:


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‘O lady of the power that alone

is why the human race outsoars

all within heaven’s smallest circle’s zone,


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they please me so, these commandments of yours,

that if I’d obeyed them already, I’m tardy.

Merely open to me, whatever they are, your desires.


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But do tell me why so uncowardly

descending down into this core here

from wideness you want back to so ardently?’


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‘Since it’s your will to know the inner layer,

I’ll summarize,’ she answered me,

‘why it is I fearlessly enter the interior.


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One should only fear things in the category

Able to Harm—that have a hurtful touch.

Nothing else is scary.


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I’m made by God, thanks be to His mercy, such

that I’m somebody your misery doesn’t upset.

Nor do this firestorm’s flames—they can’t get rough.


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In heaven, a woman of refinement wept

so long over this blocked life I send you to,

it broke rules up there too strict to accept.


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She called in Lucy, with something for her to do.

“He needs you now,” she said—“your faithful

one. And so I entrust him to you.”


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Lucy, to whom harsh is hateful,

got moving, and came to the place

where I sat by Old-Testament Rachel,


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and said, “Beatrice, you’re God’s true praise

and not rescuing the one whose love’s undying,

who for you left behind the crowd’s popular ways?


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Can’t you hear his pitiful crying?

Or see death attack him by the overflowing river

the sea doesn’t reach, and so can’t take pride in?”


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No one ever in the world ran swifter

to profit or from pain

than I, once these words were delivered,


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left my heavenly seat. Down I came,

all my faith placed in your honest words’ poetry,

which brings you honor, and the listener the same.’


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And after she’d said this to me,

she turned her shining eyes—I could see tears—away,

which got me here the more hastily.


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And so I came to you. She got her way.

You face a wild beast. I liberate.

(Your shortcut up the lovely hill’s her prey.)


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Well? What is it? How, how can you wait?

How can a heart give so much cowardice a bed?

Why isn’t freedom and fire all that you radiate?


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When three such women, each blessèd,

look after you from the court that is heaven’s,

and so much is promised by what I’ve said?”


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The way little flowers frost over when it darkens,

and slump, and seal up, and then in the white sunlight

open themselves on their stems, and each straightens,


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so with me and my lack of fight.

My heart, like that, filled with such good fire

I began to speak like a man set free tonight:


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“The compassion of my rescuer!

The nobility of your obedience

to her words (which couldn’t have been truer).


The day was going and the tawny sky

I’ve got a heart now that has to experience

going there, and it’s thanks to your words’ truths.

I’m turned around, I’m back, to where I was at first.


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Go: thy will and mine are both in you.

You’re leader, you’re master, you’re teacher to me.”

I told him that. And when he was moved to move,

I entered a profound, savage journey.


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