Purgatorio (29 page)
Authors: Dante
Mary, Roman matrons, Daniel
Golden Age
(acorns and water) and
John the Baptist
(honey and locusts) for temperance
The angel who had shown the way
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to the sixth circling now was left behind,
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having erased another swordstroke from my brow
as he declared that those who long for righteousness
are blessed, ending on
sitiunt
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without the other words he might have said.
And now I could move on, lighter
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than at the other entrances, so that I followed
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the swifter spirits up with ease,
when Virgil began: ‘A love that is kindled by virtue
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has always ignited another, as long as its flame
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was shining where it could be seen.
‘From the hour, therefore, when Juvenal descended
into the limbo of hell, among us,
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and made your affection known to me,
‘my good will toward you was as great
as anyone has ever felt for someone never seen,
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so that to me these stairs will now seem short.
‘But tell me—and as a friend forgive me
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if with too much assurance I relax the reins,
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and as a friend speak with me now—
‘how could avarice find room
amidst such wisdom in your breast,
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the wisdom that you nourished with such care.’
These words made Statius smile a little
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before he answered: ‘Every word of yours
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is to me a welcome token of your love.
‘But, in truth, things often are misleading
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when their true causes remain hidden,
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thus leading us to false conclusions.
‘Your question shows me you believe,
perhaps because of the terrace I was on,
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that I was avaricious in the other life.
‘Know then that avarice was much too far
removed from me and that this lack of measure
‘And had I not reformed my inclination
when I came to understand the lines in which,
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as if enraged at human nature, you cried out:
‘ “To what end, O cursèd hunger for gold,
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do you not govern the appetite of mortals?”
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I would know the rolling weights and dismal jousts.
‘Then I learned that we can spread
our wings too wide with spending hands,
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and I repented that and other sins.
‘How many more will have to rise again, hair shorn
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through ignorance, which takes away repentance
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of this sin in life and in the hour of death!
‘Note this also: the fault that runs
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directly counter to a sin
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is here grouped with it and is withered of its green.
‘Therefore, if I, to purge my sins, have been
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among those shades who weep for avarice,
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this has befallen me for the opposing fault.’
‘But, when you sang the savage warfare
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between the twofold sorrows of Jocasta,’
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said the singer of the
Eclogues
,
‘it does not seem, from what you wrote with Clio’s help,
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that you had found as yet the faith,
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that faith without which good works fail.
‘If that is so, what sun, what candles
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dispelled your darkness so that afterwards
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you hoisted sail, following the fisherman?’
And the other answered him: ‘It was you who first
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set me toward Parnassus to drink in its grottoes,
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and you who first lit my way toward God.
‘You were as one who goes by night, carrying
the light behind him—it is no help to him,
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but instructs all those who follow—
‘when you said: “The centuries turn new again.
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Justice returns with the first age of man,
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and new progeny descends from heaven.”
‘Through you I was a poet, through you a Christian.
But, that you may see better what I outline,
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I will set my hand to fill the colors in.
‘Already all the world was pregnant
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with the true faith, inseminated
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by the messengers of the eternal kingdom,
‘and the words of yours I have just recited
did so accord with the new preachers
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that I began to visit them.
‘More and more they seemed to me so holy
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that when Domitian started with his persecutions
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their weeping did not lack my tears.
‘While I remained on earth,
I gave them comfort. Their upright ways
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made me despise all other sects.
‘I was baptized before, in my verses,
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I had led the Greeks to the rivers of Thebes,
‘long pretending I was still a pagan.
More than four centuries, because I was lukewarm,
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did I circle the fourth terrace.
‘You, then, who have raised the veil
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that hid from me the great good I describe,
‘where is our ancient Terence, where Cecilius,
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Plautus, Varius, if you know.
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Tell me if they are damned and in what place.’
‘Those, Persius, and I, and many more,’
replied my leader, ‘are with that Greek
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the Muses suckled more than any other,
‘in the first circle of the dark prison.
We often talk about that mountain
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where those who nursed us ever dwell.
‘Euripides is with us there and Antiphon,
Simonides and Agathon and many other Greeks
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whose brows were once adorned with laurel.
‘Among those from your works who may be seen
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are Antigone, Deïphyle, Argia,
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and Ismene, still sad as once she was.
‘She that revealed Langìa also may be seen,
as well as the daughter of Tiresias,
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and Thetis, and Deïdamìa with her sisters.’
Both the poets now were silent,
again intent on looking all around them,
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freed from the constraint of stairs and walls.
Already four handmaids of the day were left behind
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and the fifth was at the chariot-shaft,
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guiding its gleaming tip still higher,
when my leader said: ‘It might be better if we turned
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our right side’s shoulders to the outer edge,
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circling the mountain as we are accustomed.’
Thus habit was our teacher there,
and we took our way with less uncertainty
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because that other worthy soul encouraged us.
They went along in front and I, alone,
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came on behind, listening to their discourse,
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which gave me understanding of the art of verse.
But soon their pleasant talk was interrupted
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by a tree found in the middle of the path,
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with fruits that smelled both savory and good,
and, as a fir tree narrows as it branches upward,
this one tapered down from branch to branch,
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so that, I think, no one could climb it.
