The Wrathful
Canto XVI
Canto XVI - The Wrathful
" No gloom in Hell, nor of a night allowed
no planet under it’s impoverished sky,
the deepest dark that my be drawn by cloud;
ever drew such a veil across my face
nor one whose texture rasped my senses so,
as did the smoke that wrapped us in that place.”
no planet under it’s impoverished sky,
the deepest dark that my be drawn by cloud;
ever drew such a veil across my face
nor one whose texture rasped my senses so,
as did the smoke that wrapped us in that place.”
— Translation by John Ciardi
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The Wrathful
“Just as a blind man, lest he lose his road
or tumble headlong and be just or killed,
walks at his guides back when he goes abroad —
so moved I through that foul and acrid air, led by my sweet Friend’s voice, which kept repeating:
‘Take care. Do not let go of me. Take care.’ ”
- Ciardi
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