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‘I have brought you here with intellect and skill.

               
From now on take your pleasure as your guide.   

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You are free of the steep way, free of the narrow.

               
‘Look at the sun shining before you,

               
look at the fresh grasses, flowers, and trees

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which here the earth produces of itself.   

               
‘You may sit down or move among these

               
until the fair eyes come, rejoicing,

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which weeping bid me come to you.

               
‘No longer wait for word or sign from me.   

               
Your will is free, upright, and sound.

               
Not to act as it chooses is unworthy:

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over yourself I crown and miter you.’   

OUTLINE: PURGATORIO XXVIII
1–6
   
Dante begins his exploration of this place
7–12
   
facing east, he feels a steady breeze on his forehead, as the boughs of the trees bend gently westward
13–21
   
but not so much as to disturb the birds nesting in them
22–27
   
Dante cannot see where he came into the forest; his progress is halted by a stream
28–33
   
transparence of the river despite its darkness in this place protected from sun (and moon) by dense forest
34–36
   
his feet still, his eyes cross the river to gaze on the flowers on the other side
37–42
   
the lady there gathers those flowers and sings
43–51
   
Dante, believing she is in love, invites her to come closer so that he may understand the song she sings; she reminds him of Proserpina
52–60
   
simile: lady turning in a dance and this lady facing Dante so that he can make out her song
61–66
   
at the edge of the stream she lifts her eyes; her look is like Venus’s after she was pierced by Adonis’s arrow
67–69
   
holding flowers in her hands, she smiles
70–75
   
the wider Hellespont caused Leander no more hatred than this narrow stream caused Dante
76–84
   
[Matelda]:
they are newcomers and thus perhaps do not understand why she smiles in this place
85–87
   
Dante: the water and the wind seem to counter something he has heard before
88–90
   
Matelda can explain (and proceeds to):
91–117
   
“God gave man Eden as his place of peace, but he sinned and lost it and has to toil; so that the winds caused by water and earth interacting with the sun might not harm his creature, this part of the mountain was raised above the realm of weather. Here the air you feel follows the circling of the
primo mobile;
when it strikes a plant, the plant puts its potency back into the breeze, which then scatters it to the appropriate parts of the earth, where a diversity of flora is found; thus on earth no one should be surprised that plants spring up without being sown; and where you are now, every seed is found, including those the fruit of which is unknown to earthlings
118–133
   
“As for the water, it’s not natural either, evaporating and condensing, but flows constantly from a source by God’s will in two currents, one having the capacity to take away the memory of sin (Lethe), while the other (Eunoe) has the power to bring back the memory of every good deed; and it must be tasted in that order in order to have such effect
134–144
   
“And, even if to know that much would completely answer your question, I will tell you still more by way of a corollary: this is the place the ancient poets had in mind when they sang of a golden age, perhaps dreaming of it in Parnassus; here the first people were innocent, and here spring is eternal, and every fruit; this is the nectar of which the poets told”
145–148
   
Dante turns to his right to the poets, who are smiling, and then turns back to Matelda
PURGATORIO XXVIII

               
Eager to explore the sacred forest’s boundaries   

               
and its depth, now that its thick and verdant foliage   

3
             
had softened the new day’s glare before my eyes,

               
I left the bank without delay

               
and wandered oh so slowly through the countryside   

6
             
that filled the air around with fragrance.

               
A steady gentle breeze,   

               
no stronger than the softest wind,

9
             
caressed and fanned my brow.

               
It made the trembling boughs   

               
bend eagerly toward the shade

12
           
the holy mountain casts at dawn,

               
yet they were not so much bent down   

               
that small birds in the highest branches

15
           
were not still practicing their every craft,

               
meeting the morning breeze

               
with songs of joy among the leaves,

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which rustled such accompaniment to their rhymes

               
as builds from branch to branch   

               
throughout the pine wood at the shore of Classe

21
           
when Aeolus unleashes his Sirocco.

               
Already my slow steps had carried me   

               
so deep into the ancient forest

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I could not see where I had entered,

               
when I was stopped from going farther by a stream.   

               
Its lapping waves were bending to the left

27
           
the grasses that sprang up along the bank.

               
All the streams that run the purest here on earth

               
would seem defiled beside that stream,

30
           
which reveals all that it contains,

               
even though it flows in darkness,

               
dark beneath perpetual shade   

33
           
that never lets the sun or moon shine through.

               
Though my feet stopped, my eyes passed on

               
beyond the rivulet to contemplate

36
           
the great variety of blooming boughs,

               
and there appeared to me, as suddenly appears

               
a thing so marvelous

39
           
it drives away all other thoughts,

               
a lady, who went here and there alone, singing   

               
and picking flowers from among the blossoms

42
           
that were painted all along her way.

               
‘Pray, fair lady, warming yourself in rays of love—   

   

               
if I am to believe the features

45
           
that as a rule bear witness to the heart,’

               
I said to her, ‘may it please you

               
to come closer to this stream,

48
           
near enough that I may hear what you are singing.

               
‘You make me remember where and what   

               
Proserpina was, there when her mother

51
           
lost her and she lost the spring.’

               
As a lady turns in the dance   

               
keeping her feet together on the ground,

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and hardly puts one foot before the other,

               
on the red and yellow flowers

               
she turned in my direction,

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lowering her modest eyes, as does a virgin,

               
and, attending to my plea, came closer

               
so that the sound of her sweet song   

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reached me together with its meaning.

               
As soon as she was where the grass is merely

               
moistened by the waters of the lovely stream,

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she granted me the gift of raising up her eyes.

               
I do not think such radiant light blazed out   

               
beneath the lids of Venus when her son by chance,

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against his custom, pierced her with his arrow.

               
Straightening up, she smiled from the other shore,   

               
arranging in her hands the many colors

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that grow, unplanted, on that high terrain.

               
The river kept us just three steps apart,   

   

               
yet the Hellespont where Xerxes crossed—

72
           
a bridle still on human pride—

               
was not more hated by Leander for its tossing waves

               
between Sestos and Abydos than I did hate

75
           
that rivulet for not parting then.

               
‘You are new here,’ she began, ‘and,   

   

               
perhaps because I’m smiling in this place

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chosen for mankind as its nest,

               
‘you are perplexed and filled with wonder,

               
but the psalm
Delectasti
offers light   

81
           
that may disperse the clouds within your minds.

               
‘And you who stand in front and who entreated me,   

               
say if you’d hear more, for I have come

84
           
ready to answer every question you might have.’

               
‘The water and the sound of wind among the trees   

               
contradict what I was told and had accepted,’

87
           
I said, ‘about the nature of this place.’

               
And she: ‘I will explain that what you marvel at

               
has its own special cause

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and thus disperse the fog assailing you.   

               
‘Supreme Goodness, pleased in Itself alone,   

               
made man good and to do good only. This place

93
           
He gave to him as token of eternal peace.

               
‘Through his own fault his sojourn here was brief.

               
Through his own fault he changed lighthearted frolic

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and unblemished joy for toil and tears.

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