Dante's Divine Comedy: Inferno, Canto 15 |
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Description: Terrill Shepard Soules reads his translation of the first half of Inferno 15 at the Maundy Thursday Inferno Reading at the Cathedral of St. John the Divine, April 5, 2007 camcordered by my daughter, Athena Soules--Thank you, Bean! (see her YouTube uploads--they're by AthenaBean) on my Canon Elura 100-- I read my translation of the first 60 lines. of Canto 15 of the Inferno. Now one of the bankways bears us on??It's hard, like granite. The stream's overgloom of mist creates a refuge from the fire for both the water and the bankwalls that line it. What the Flemings between Wissant and Bruges, afraid high tide will rise up and enter, build themselves: the shield waves flee, refused; and what the Paduans, along the Brenta, in defense of mansion and castle, engineer, before Carentana feels heat ending winter?? you see their construction's image in what's here, though here they were built less thick, and less aboveground, by whoever gave orders that this is how they'll appear. *** With the wood, as we continue bound away from it, too distant already for my eye to locate, even if I were to have turned around, we encounter a march of souls who congregate in step along our bankwall, and once close by examine us the way, as evening grows late, one man scans another under the new-moon sky, every one of them giving us the sharp-point brow the old tailor shows his needle's eye. Looked over like that, by that kind of crowd, I was recognized, by someone who clutched me by the hem as he let out a "Wow!" *** I, to whom by now his arm outstretched, pierced my eyes beneath his features' charcoal. That cooked countenance had not snatched recognition from my intellect. (But oh!) Bowing my own down towards his face, I responded, "Can you be here, Sir Brunetto?" And he: "O my dear son, would it earn your bad grace if Brunetto Latino, with you, for a bit, turned back, and let his platoon keep the pace?" I said to him: "With all my might, I wish your wish. Should you, sir, desire me to sit, sir, beside you, I will, if in his good graces, since he's who I'm with." "Dear dear son," he said, "any lamb of this crew at a standstill for a second lies a hundred years slapping nothing off while the flames fall to. So go. I'll be at your robe, down here, and catch up later to my squadron, walking their eternity of loss in tears." *** I do not dare climb off the road we're on to continue at his level, but do tuck in my chin, like someone who's walking reverently along. He began with: "What destiny or misfortune drives you, before your last day, to this deep vicinity? And who's this providing direction?" "Up there above, in the life of the . . . cloudless vitality," I answered, "I got myself, in a valley, astray?? and well before my years had reached capacity?? but shrugged it behind me next morning??that was yesterday. He??I'd relapsed back in when he showed, but not far?? is taking me back to my nest, down this highway." And he to me: "You, if you follow your star, as seemed clear to me, can't miss a glorious port?? (me in the life where all things lovely are). And if death hadn't cut my life so short, and I'd seen heaven being, to you, so benign, I would certainly have given your work my support . . . . " 
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