Exploring The Waste Land - Show supplementary textPurgatorio
Canto V
Dante Alighieri
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow poetic translation
- I had already from those shades departed,
- And followed in the footsteps of my Guide,
- When from behind, pointing his finger at me,
- One shouted: "See, it seems as if shone not
- The sunshine on the left of him below,
- And like one living seems he to conduct him."
- Mine eyes I turned at utterance of these words,
- And saw them watching with astonishment
- But me, but me, and the light which was broken!
- "Why doth thy mind so occupy itself,"
- The Master said, "that thou thy pace dost slacken?
- What matters it to thee what here is whispered?
- Come after me, and let the people talk;
- Stand like a steadfast tower, that never wags
- Its top for all the blowing of the winds;
- For evermore the man in whom is springing
- Thought upon thought, removes from him the mark,
- Because the force of one the other weakens."
- What could I say in answer but "I come"?
- I said it somewhat with that colour tinged
- Which makes a man of pardon sometimes worthy.
- Meanwhile along the mountain-side across
- Came people in advance of us a little,
- Singing the Miserere verse by verse.
- When they became aware I gave no place
- For passage of the sunshine through my body,
- They changed their song into a long, hoarse "Oh!"
- And two of them, in form of messengers,
- Ran forth to meet us, and demanded of us,
- "Of your condition make us cognisant."
- And said my Master: "Ye can go your way
- And carry back again to those who sent you,
- That this one's body is of very flesh.
- If they stood still because they saw his shadow,
- As I suppose, enough is answered them;
- Him let them honour, it may profit them."
- Vapours enkindled saw I ne'er so swiftly
- At early nightfall cleave the air serene,
- Nor, at the set of sun, the clouds of August,
- But upward they returned in briefer time,
- And, on arriving, with the others wheeled
- Tow'rds us, like troops that run without a rein.
- "This folk that presses unto us is great,
- And cometh to implore thee," said the Poet;
- "So still go onward, and in going listen."
- "O soul that goest to beatitude
- With the same members wherewith thou wast born,"
- Shouting they came, "a little stay thy steps,
- Look, if thou e'er hast any of us seen,
- So that o'er yonder thou bear news of him;
- Ah, why dost thou go on? Ah, why not stay?
- Long since we all were slain by violence,
- And sinners even to the latest hour;
- Then did a light from heaven admonish us,
- So that, both penitent and pardoning, forth
- From life we issued reconciled to God,
- Who with desire to see Him stirs our hearts."
- And I: "Although I gaze into your faces,
- No one I recognize; but if may please you
- Aught I have power to do, ye well-born spirits,
- Speak ye, and I will do it, by that peace
- Which, following the feet of such a Guide,
- From world to world makes itself sought by me."
- And one began: "Each one has confidence
- In thy good offices without an oath,
- Unless the I cannot cut off the I will;
- Whence I, who speak alone before the others,
- Pray thee, if ever thou dost see the land
- That 'twixt Romagna lies and that of Charles,
- Thou be so courteous to me of thy prayers
- In Fano, that they pray for me devoutly,
- That I may purge away my grave offences.
- From thence was I; but the deep wounds, through which
- Issued the blood wherein I had my seat,
- Were dealt me in bosom of the Antenori,
- There where I thought to be the most secure;
- 'Twas he of Este had it done, who held me
- In hatred far beyond what justice willed.
- But if towards the Mira I had fled,
- When I was overtaken at Oriaco,
- I still should be o'er yonder where men breathe.
- I ran to the lagoon, and reeds and mire
- Did so entangle me I fell, and saw there
- A lake made from my veins upon the ground."
- Then said another: "Ah, be that desire
- Fulfilled that draws thee to the lofty mountain,
- As thou with pious pity aidest mine.
- I was of Montefeltro, and am Buonconte;
- Giovanna, nor none other cares for me;
- Hence among these I go with downcast front."
- And I to him: "What violence or what chance
- Led thee astray so far from Campaldino,
- That never has thy sepulture been known?"
- "Oh," he replied, "at Casentino's foot
- A river crosses named Archiano, born
- Above the Hermitage in Apennine.
- There where the name thereof becometh void
- Did I arrive, pierced through and through the throat,
- Fleeing on foot, and bloodying the plain;
- There my sight lost I, and my utterance
- Ceased in the name of Mary, and thereat
- I fell, and tenantless my flesh remained.
- Truth will I speak, repeat it to the living;
- God's Angel took me up, and he of hell
- Shouted: 'O thou from heaven, why dost thou rob me?
- Thou bearest away the eternal part of him,
- For one poor little tear, that takes him from me;
- But with the rest I'll deal in other fashion!'
- Well knowest thou how in the air is gathered
- That humid vapour which to water turns,
- Soon as it rises where the cold doth grasp it.
- He joined that evil will, which aye seeks evil,
- To intellect, and moved the mist and wind
- By means of power, which his own nature gave;
- Thereafter, when the day was spent, the valley
- From Pratomagno to the great yoke covered
- With fog, and made the heaven above intent,
- So that the pregnant air to water changed;
- Down fell the rain, and to the gullies came
- Whate'er of it earth tolerated not;
- And as it mingled with the mighty torrents,
- Towards the royal river with such speed
- It headlong rushed, that nothing held it back.
- My frozen body near unto its outlet
- The robust Archian found, and into Arno
- Thrust it, and loosened from my breast the cross
- I made of me, when agony o'ercame me;
- It rolled me on the banks and on the bottom,
- Then with its booty covered and begirt me."
- "Ah, when thou hast returned unto the world,
- And rested thee from thy long journeying,"
- After the second followed the third spirit,
- Do thou remember me who am the Pia;
- Siena made me, unmade me Maremma;
- He knoweth it, who had encircled first,
- Espousing me, my finger with his gem.
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File date: Sunday, September 29, 2002