The Gluttons
Canto VI - Circle III
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Canto VI - The Gluttons

" Huge hailstones, dirty water and black snow
pour from the dial air to putrefy
the putrid slush that waits them below.

And they too, howl like dogs in the freezing storm
turning and turning from it as if they thought
one naked side could keep the other warm.”

— translation by John Ciardi

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The Gluttons

I am in the third circle of the torments.
Here to all time with neither pause nor change
the frozen rain of Hell descends in torrents.