DANTE INFERRED
Canto XXI

Mentr’ io là, giu fisamente mirava,

lo duca mio, dicendo “Guarda, guarda!”,
mi trasse a sé del loco dov’ io stava.
Allor mi volsi come l’uom cui tarda
di veder quel che li convien fuggire
e cui paura súbita sgagliarda,
che, per veder, non indugia ’l partire:
e vidi dietro a noi un diavol nero
correndo su per lo scoglio venire.
Ahi quant’ elli era ne l’aspetto fero!
e quanto mi parea ne l’atto acerbo,
con l’ali aperte e sovra i piè leggero!


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33
Twenty-first Chance

Did I mean what I saw: you going like a fuse
(a cameo in the low dew) while I called for the guard?
My trust no longer can find its staves
All of our falsity comes to me late
divided and chalked in convenient figures,
equally paired... how stupid of me to ask for the art
that pervades our non-indulgent partition.
We live, yet draw diabolically near
a coronated superlative cogwork, veer close,
acquainting ourselves with its iron aspect;
Its equator is mapped in acerbic milk
and still the severing aperture calls out your legend.
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