Notes.
18 Narcissus looked at his reflection and
thought it real, falling in love with himself: the opposite is true of the poet here. See Metamorphoses
III, 339-310.
49 Piccarda Donati was the cousin of
Dantes wife Gemma and the sister of his friend Forese (see Purgatorio XXIII,
l. 40). Her brother Corso forced her to leave the convent and marry Rossellino della Tosa,
a political ally (ll. 106-108).
98 Saint Clare of Assisi (1194-1253), friend
and follower of Saint Francis, founded the order of Poor Clares in 1212.
118 Constance (d. 1199) was the empress of
the kingdom of Naples and Sicily. The three blasts are Frederick I Barbarossa, his son and
Constances husband Henry VI of Swabia, and their son Frederick II. |
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- That
sun which first inflamed my breast with love
-
Uncovered for me, with proof and refutation,
- The
sweet-shining features of the lovely truth.
-
- And
I, to confess myself corrected and
- 5
Convinced, so far as was required, raised
- My
head up high to make my words sound clear.
-
- But
there appeared a vision which held me bound
- So
tightly to itself, to look at it,
- That
I gave no more thought to my confession.
-
- 10
As through transparent sheets of polished glass
- Or
within crystal-clear and quiet water
-
Thats not so deep its bottom is opaque,
-
- The
outlines of our faces show so faintly
- That
even a pearl set on a white forehead
- 15
Reflects no less readily in our eyes:
-
- So I
saw many faces bent to speak
- And
fell into the error opposite
- To
that which made Narcissus love the fountain.
-
- The
instant I became aware of them,
- 20
Imagining that they were mirrored faces,
- I
turned my eyes to make out whose they were.
-
- But I
saw nothing. So I looked again
-
Straight into the light of my sweet guide
- Whose
holy eyes were shining as she smiled.
-
- 25
"Do not wonder," she said, "that I smile
- At
your childish thinking, since as yet
- You
do not trust your foot to rest on truth,
-
-
"But step, as usual, on empty space.
- These
are true substances that you perceive,
- 30
Located here for failing in their vows.
-
-
"Speak with them, then, and listen and believe,
-
Because the truthful light that fills them up
- Will
not let them avert their steps from it."
-
- And I
directed myself to the shade
- 35
Who seemed most bent on talking, and began
- Like
one confused by overwhelming longing:
-
-
"O well-created spirit who in the beams
- Of
the eternal life savor the sweetness
- Which
is never understood till it is tasted,
-
- 40
"What pleasure would it give me if you would
-
Content me with your name and destiny!"
-
Quick, and with smiling eyes, she answered this,
-
-
"Our lovingkindness does not lock the door
- To a
just wish, no more than does the Love
- 45
Which wills that all its court resemble it.
-
-
"I was a virgin sister in the world,
- And
if you probe your memory with patience,
- My
being more beautiful wont hide me from you,
-
-
"But you will recognize I am Piccarda,
- 50
Who, placed here with these other blessed souls,
- Find
blessedness within the slowest sphere.
-
-
"Our hearts affections, which are set on fire
- Only
in the Holy Spirits pleasure,
-
Rejoice to be conformed to his design.
-
- 55
"And this selected spot, which seems so lowly,
- Is
given us because of the neglect
- Or
some manner of omission of our vows."
-
- I
then told her, "In your wondrous faces
-
Something divine shines forth which changes you
- 60
From the memory of former days
-
-
"Therefore I was not swift in placing you,
- But
now what you have told me helps me so
- That
I more readily recall your features.
-
-
"But tell me: you who are so happy here,
- 65
Have you a yearning for a higher place,
- To
see more and to make yourselves more loving?"
-
- First
with those other shades she faintly smiled,
- Then
answered with such gladness that she seemed
- To
burn with the initial flame of love,
-
- 70
"Brother, the power of love becalms our wills
- And
makes us wish for only what we have
- And
whets our thirst for nothing more than that.
-
-
"Were we to long for some more lofty height,
- Then
our desires would be discordant with
- 75
The will of Him who has assigned us here.
-
-
"Such strife, you see, has no place in these spheres
- Since
to exist in love is here required,
- If
you will truly ponder on loves nature.
-
-
"No, its the essence of this blessed existence
- 80
To hold ourselves within the will of God
-
Through which our own wills are made one with His:
-
-
"So, how we dwell from threshold up to threshold
-
Throughout this kingdom gladdens the whole kingdom
- And
the King, too, who wills in us what He wills.
-
- 85
"For in His will is our peace. It is the sea
- To
which all things existing flow, both those
- His
will creates and those that nature makes."
-
- Clear
was it then to me how everywhere
- In
heaven is paradise, although the grace
- 90
Of the highest good rains not alike on all.
-
- Yet
as it happens when we have been sated
- With
one food, but still hanker for another:
- We
pass this up with thanks and ask for that,
-
- So I
behaved with gestures and with words,
- 95
To learn from her what was the web in which
- She
had not drawn the shuttle to the end.
-
-
"Perfect life and high worth," she said, "enshrine
- In a
higher heaven a lady by whose rule
- In
your world women take the robe and veil,
-
- 100
"That until death they there may wake and sleep
-
Beside the Bridegroom who receives each vow
- Which
love conforms to fit His will and pleasure.
-
-
"From out the world I fled to follow her
- While
yet a young girl, and I donned her habit
- 105
And pledged to walk the pathway of her order.
-
-
"Then men, more used to wickedness than good,
-
Abducted me by force from the sweet cloister,
- And
God knows what my life became thereafter.
-
-
"This other splendor who shows herself to you
- 110
At my right side and who is all aglow
- With
the illumination of our sphere
-
-
"Knows what I say of me is true for her:
- She
was a sister, and also from her head
- The
shadow of the sacred veil was ripped.
-
- 115
"Yet, when against her will and correct custom
- She
was turned back again into the world,
- She
never stripped the veil from off her heart.
-
-
"This is the light of that mighty Constance
- Who
by the second blast of Swabia
- 120
Bore the third and final son of power."
-
- So
she addressed me, and then began to sing
- Ave
Maria, and singing, disappeared,
- Just
like a solid weight down through deep water.
-
- My
gazing eyes, which followed her as far
- 125
As possible, when she was lost from view,
-
Turned to the target of my deeper longing,
-
- And
their attention wholly turned to Beatrice;
- But
she blazed out so brightly on my gaze
- That
at first my sight could not endure it;
-
- 130
And this made me the slower with my questions.
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