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Then some of them came up as near me

               
as they could, always careful not to venture

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beyond the burning of the flames.   

               
‘O you who go along behind the others,   

               
not from sloth but, it may be, with reverence,

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answer me, since I burn with thirst and fire.

               
‘It is not I alone who crave your answer.

               
All these others thirst for it more than the Indian

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or Ethiopian who craves cold water.

               
‘Tell us, how can it be your body makes

               
a wall against the sun, as if you were

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not yet entangled in the net of death?’

               
asked one of them. I would have then

               
made myself known had I not been intent

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on another strange new sight that now appeared,

               
for in the middle of the flaming road

               
came people moving in the opposite direction

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who had me staring, all absorbed.

               
There I can see that every shade of either group   

               
makes haste to kiss another, without stopping,

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and is content with such brief salutation,

               
just as, within their dark-hued files,

               
one ant will put its face up to the other’s,

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perhaps to inquire of its path and fortune.

               
When they have ceased their friendly greeting,

               
before they take a new step to continue,

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each one makes an effort to outshout the rest.

               
The new ones cry: ‘Sodom and Gomorrah!’   

               
and the others: ‘Pasiphaë crawls into the cow   

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so that the bull may hasten to her lust.’

               
Then, as though cranes were flying, some toward   

               
cool Riphean mountains and some toward desert sands,

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these shunning frost and those the sun,

               
the one crowd goes, the other nears,

               
and all return, weeping, to their former song

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and to the cry that most befits them.

               
Then the same shades who had entreated me

               
drew closer, as they had before,

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and seemed all eagerness to hear me out.

               
Having twice been made aware of their desire,

               
I began: ‘O souls secure of gaining,

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whenever it may be, the state of peace,

               
‘my limbs have not been left on earth,   

               
whether green or dried, but are here with me

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intact, in all their blood and joints.

               
‘I climb from here no longer to be blind.

               
A lady is above through whom I gained the grace

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to bring my mortal parts into your world.

               
‘But, so may your greatest longing

               
soon be satisfied and the heaven take you in

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that is so full of love and holds the widest space,

               
‘tell me, that I may trace it on my pages,   

               
who you are and who is in that throng

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which is even now receding at your backs?’

               
Not less astounded is the mountaineer,

               
struck dumb and staring all around him

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when rough and rustic he comes into a town,

               
than each shade seemed from its expression.

               
But once they had recovered from amazement,

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which is quickly overcome in noble hearts,

               
he who had questioned me began again:

               
‘Blessed are you, who, to die a better death,

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here take on board the knowledge that you gain.   

               
‘Those, who come not with us, all offended   

               
the same way Caesar did, for which, in triumph,   

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he once heard “queen” called out against him.

               
‘Thus they move on crying “Sodom,”

               
as you heard, in self-reproach.

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And with their shame they fan the flames.

               
‘Hermaphroditic was our sin.   

               
Because we did not follow human law,   

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but ran behind our appetites like beasts,

               
‘when, in our disgrace, we move off from the others

               
we shout her name who made herself a beast

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inside the beast-shaped rough-hewn wood.

               
‘Now you know our deeds and know our guilt.

               
If, perhaps, you would like to know our names,

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there is no time to tell and I would not know how.   

               
‘About myself, indeed, I’ll satisfy your wish.

               
I am Guido Guinizzelli, come so far in my purgation   

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because I felt true sorrow well before the end.’   

               
As the two sons became on seeing their mother   

               
caught in Lycurgus’ outraged grief,

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so I became, if with less abandon,

               
when he gave his name and I knew he had been   

               
father to me and to others, my betters,

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who always used love’s sweet and graceful rhymes.

               
For a long time, deep in thought, I went on

               
without listening or speaking as I gazed at him,

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but did not, for the fire, move closer.

               
Once my eyes were satisfied,

               
I owned myself ready to do him service

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with such assurance as compels belief.

               
He answered: ‘All that I hear you tell

               
leaves so deep and clear a trace in me   

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that Lethe cannot wash it out or make it dim,

               
‘but if your words just now have sworn the truth,   

               
tell me what has caused you to disclose

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by speech and look that you still hold me dear.’

               
And I to him: ‘Your sweet verses,   

               
which as long as modern custom lasts,   

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will make their very ink seem precious.’

               
‘O brother,’ he said, ‘that one whom I point out—   

               
and he pointed to a spirit just ahead—

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‘was a better craftsman of the mother tongue.   

               
‘In verses of love and tales of romance

               
he surpassed them all, and let the fools go on   

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who think that fellow from Limoges was better.

               
‘They favor hearsay over truth

               
and thus arrive at their opinions

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without the use of skill or reason.

               
‘The same was true of many long ago about Guittone,   

               
voice after voice shouting praise of him alone,

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until for most the truth at last prevailed.

               
‘Now, if you possess such ample privilege   

               
that you are licensed for the cloister

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where Christ is abbot of the brothers,

               
‘say a Paternoster there for me,

               
as much of it as we have need in this our world,

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where we no longer have the power to sin.’

               
Then, perhaps to make room for another   

               
who was near him, he vanished through the fire

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as fish glide to the bottom through the water.

               
I edged forward a little toward the other

               
who had been pointed out and said that my desire

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prepared a place of welcome for his name,

               
to which he readily made answer:

               
‘Your courteous question pleases me so much   

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I neither can nor would conceal myself from You.

               
‘I am Arnaut, weeping and singing as I make my way.

               
I see with grief past follies and I see,

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rejoicing, the joy I hope is coming.

               
‘Now I pray You, by that power

               
which guides You to the summit of the stairs,

               
to remember, when the time is fit, my pain.’

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Then he vanished in the fire that refines them.

OUTLINE: PURGATORIO XXVII

VI. The angel of Charity

1–5
   
time-telling: dawn in Jerusalem, midnight in Spain, noon in India, 6
PM
here on the mountain
6–9
   
the angel’s version of the sixth Beatitude
10–13
   
the angel: “enter the fire and hear the singing beyond”

Passing through the flames

14–18
   
Dante feels like a man being buried alive, extends his hands, and recalls the sight of human bodies being burned
19–32
   
Virgil and Statius turn to Dante; Virgil exhorts him:
1) here is torment but not death
2) if he guided him on Geryon, will he not here?
3) this flame is not consuming
4) he should try it on the hem of his vestments
33
   
Dante remains resolute in not wanting to proceed
34–36
   
Virgil: Beatrice is on the other side
37–42
   
simile: Thisbe:Beatrice: :dying Pyramus:Dante
43–45
   
Virgil, seeing Dante “softening,” smiles as an elder who tempts a child with a fruit to do what is needed
46–48
   
Virgil leads Dante, followed by Statius, into the flame
49–51
   
the heat of the flames
52–54
   
Virgil encourages Dante with further words about Beatrice
55–57
   
a voice guides them out of the flames to a new ascent

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