PURGATORIO
In Purgatory.
You must PRAY to reach Heaven
Try the ROSARY
John-Paul the Saint liked it...
Purgatorio regarding JFK
- The Beatles "a Day in the Life" was JFK too.
- Young People (Gen X+) don't get it...
- I saw a film today...Oh Boy...
They're a little older...
It wasn't about a 'Scary Movie'...
It was REAL.
And Dante fortold it 700 years ago...
Purgatorio 31
Thus Beatrice: at whose feet inclin'd
Devout, at her behest, my thought and eyes,
I, as she bade, directed. Never fire,
With so swift motion, forth a stormy cloud
Leap'd downward from the welkin's farthest bound,
As I beheld the bird of Jove descending
Pounce on the tree, and, as he rush'd, the rind,
Disparting crush beneath him, buds much more
And leaflets. On the car with all his might
He struck, whence, staggering like a ship, it reel'd,
At random driv'n, to starboard now, o'ercome,
And now to larboard, by the vaulting waves.
Next springing up into the chariot's womb
A fox I saw, with hunger seeming pin'd
Of all good food. But, for his ugly sins
The saintly maid rebuking him, away
{Dante Purgatorio Canto 32}
Purgatorio 33
Then, Reader, might I sing, though but in part,
That beverage, with whose sweetness I had ne'er
Been sated. But, since all the leaves are full,
Appointed for this second strain, mine art
With warning bridle checks me. I return'd
From the most holy wave, regenerate,
If 'en as new plants renew'd with foliage new,
Pure and made apt for mounting to the stars.
{Dante Purgatorio Canto 33}
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Eternal Flame ( by Chuck)
A Woman, a Man
Enfleshed in Terza Rima
Purgatorio
In Canto Thirty-Two
A Giant Kissed Her
A Fox Leaped into her Car
She Drove him Away
cried : "You Killed my Husband !"
The Dragon Gloated
Thrusting his Tale of the Car
Pleasing Reception
as she was...with: ...uh...uh.....
The Eternal Flame
penned Seven Hundred Years ago
Chuck Darling 8/17/16
Purgatorio 32 (Raw Beans by Chuck)
Where Christ is Roman
Observe the Chariot Well
What you See, do Write
of Lightning Bugs Flashing
Region of the Sky
The Bird of Jove Tore the Blooms
Struck the Chariot
Like a Ship Caught in a Storm
Cradle of the Car
The Fox Leaped up, Seemed so Lean
Lady Accused it
Eagle Swooped down Again
Framework of the Car
Shed some Golden Feathers There
Grieving Sorrowed Heart
Heaven Cries at the Fate
Dragon tween the Wheels
Drove Tail through the Chariot
As a Wasp Sting Goes
Gloating, it Wandered Off
Acts as if She might Leave
A Giant, standing, kissed her
She had Roving Eyes
Giant Loosed the Monster
-Chuck Darling
Longfellow Translation
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
(February 27, 1807 – March 24, 1882)
was an American poet and educator
whose works include "Paul Revere's Ride",
The Song of Hiawatha, and Evangeline.
He was also the first American
to translate Dante Alighieri's Divine Comedy,
and was one of the five Fireside Poets.
...A citizen of that Rome where Christ is Roman.
Therefore, for that world’s good which liveth ill,
Fix on the car thine eyes, and what thou seest.
Having returned to earth, take heed thou write.”
Thus Beatrice; and I, who at the feet
Of her commandments all devoted was,
My mind and eyes directed where she willed.
Never descended with so swift a motion
Fire from a heavy cloud, when it is raining
From out the region which is most remote,
As I beheld the bird of Jove descend
Down through the tree, rending away the bark,
As well as blossoms and the foliage new,
And he with all his might the chariot smote,
Whereat it reeled, like vessel in a tempest
Tossed by the waves, now starboard and now larboard.
Thereafter saw I leap into the body
Of the triumphal vehicle a Fox,
That seemed unfed with any wholesome food.
But for his hideous sins upbraiding him,
My Lady put him to as swift a flight
As such a fleshless skeleton could bear.
Then by the way that it before had come,
Into the chariot’s chest I saw the Eagle
Descend, and leave it feathered with his plumes.
And such as issues from a heart that mourns,
A voice from Heaven there issued, and it said:
“My little bark, how badly art thou freighted!”
Methought, then, that the earth did yawn between
Both wheels, and I saw rise from it a Dragon,
Who through the chariot upward fixed his tail,
And as a wasp that draweth back its sting,
Drawing unto himself his tail malign,
Drew out the floor, and went his way rejoicing
That which remained behind, even as with grass
A fertile region, with the feathers, offered
Perhaps with pure intention and benign,
Reclothed itself, and with them were reclothed
The pole and both the wheels so speedily,
A sigh doth longer keep the lips apart.
Transfigured thus the holy edifice
Thrust forward heads upon the parts of it,
Three on the pole and one at either corner.
The first were horned like oxen; but the four
Had but a single horn upon the forehead;
A monster such had never yet been seen!
Firm as a rock upon a mountain high,
Seated upon it, there appeared to me
A shameless whore, with eyes swift glancing round,
And, as if not to have her taken from him,
Upright beside her I beheld a giant;
And ever and anon they kissed each other.
But because she her wanton, roving eye
Turned upon me, her angry paramour
Did scourge her from her head unto her feet.
Then full of jealousy, and fierce with wrath,
He loosed the monster, and across the forest
Dragged it so far, [ Vietnam Draft -cd]
he made of that alone
A shield unto the whore and the strange beast.
*****
Harry and William (England)
Longfellow Purgatorio VII
After the gracious and glad salutations
Had three and four times been reiterated,
Sordello backward drew and said, "Who are you?"
"Or ever to this mountain were directed
The souls deserving to ascend to God,
My bones were buried by Octavian.
I am Virgilius; and for no crime else
Did I lose heaven, than for not having faith;"
In this wise then my Leader made reply.
As one who suddenly before him sees
Something whereat he marvels, who believes
And yet does not, saying, "It is! it is not!"
So he appeared; and then bowed down his brow,
And with humility returned towards him,
And, where inferiors embrace, embraced him.
"O glory of the Latians, thou," he said,
"Through whom our language showed what it could do
O pride eternal of the place I came from,
What merit or what grace to me reveals thee?
If I to hear thy words be worthy, tell me
If thou dost come from Hell, and from what cloister."
"Through all the circles of the doleful realm,"
Responded he, "have I come hitherward;
Heaven's power impelled me, and with that I come.
I by not doing, not by doing, lost
The sight of that high sun which thou desirest,
And which too late by me was recognized.
A place there is below not sad with torments,
But darkness only, where the lamentations
Have not the sound of wailing, but are sighs.
There dwell I with the little innocents
Snatched by the teeth of Death, or ever they
Were from our human sinfulness exempt.
There dwell I among those who the three saintly
Virtues did not put on, and without vice
The others knew and followed all of them.
But if thou know and can, some indication
Give us by which we may the sooner come
Where Purgatory has its right beginning."
He answered: "No fixed place has been assigned us;
'Tis lawful for me to go up and round;
So far as I can go, as guide I join thee.
But see already how the day declines,
And to go up by night we are not able;
Therefore 'tis well to think of some fair sojourn.
Souls are there on the right hand here withdrawn;
If thou permit me I will lead thee to them,
And thou shalt know them not without delight."
"How is this?" was the answer; "should one wish
To mount by night would he prevented be
By others? or mayhap would not have power?"
And on the ground the good Sordello drew
His finger, saying, "See, this line alone
Thou couldst not pass after the sun is gone;
Not that aught else would hindrance give, however,
To going up, save the nocturnal darkness;
This with the want of power the will perplexes.
We might indeed therewith return below,
And, wandering, walk the hill-side round about,
While the horizon holds the day imprisoned."
Thereon my Lord, as if in wonder, said:
"Do thou conduct us thither, where thou sayest
That we can take delight in tarrying."
Little had we withdrawn us from that place,
When I perceived the mount was hollowed out
In fashion as the valleys here are hollowed.
"Thitherward," said that shade, "will we repair,
Where of itself the hill-side makes a lap,
And there for the new day will we await."
'Twixt hill and plain there was a winding path
Which led us to the margin of that dell,
Where dies the border more than half away.
Gold and fine silver, and scarlet and pearl-white,
The Indian wood resplendent and serene,
Fresh emerald the moment it is broken,
By herbage and by flowers within that hollow
Planted, each one in colour would be vanquished,
As by its greater vanquished is the less.
Nor in that place had nature painted only,
But of the sweetness of a thousand odours
Made there a mingled fragrance and unknown.
"Salve Regina," on the green and flowers
There seated, singing, spirits I beheld,
Which were not visible outside the valley.
"Before the scanty sun now seeks his nest,"
Began the Mantuan who had led us thither,
"Among them do not wish me to conduct you.
Better from off this ledge the acts and faces
Of all of them will you discriminate,
Than in the plain below received among them.
He who sits highest, and the semblance bears
Of having what he should have done neglected,
And to the others' song moves not his lips,
Rudolph the Emperor was, who had the power
To heal the wounds that Italy have slain,
So that through others slowly she revives.
The other, who in look doth comfort him,
Governed the region where the water springs,
The Moldau bears the Elbe, and Elbe the sea.
His name was Ottocar; and in swaddling-clothes
Far better he than bearded Winceslaus
His son, who feeds in luxury and ease.
And the small-nosed, who close in council seems
With him that has an aspect so benign,
Died fleeing and disflowering the lily;
Look there, how he is beating at his breast!
Behold the other one, who for his cheek
Sighing has made of his own palm a bed;
Father and father-in-law of France's Pest
Are they, and know his vicious life and lewd,
And hence proceeds the grief that so doth pierce them.
He who appears so stalwart, and chimes in,
Singing, with that one of the manly nose,
The cord of every valour wore begirt;
And if as King had after him remained
The stripling who in rear of him is sitting,
Well had the valour passed from vase to vase,
Which cannot of the other heirs be said.
Frederick and Jacomo possess the realms,
But none the better heritage possesses.
Not oftentimes upriseth through the branches
The probity of man; and this He wills
Who gives it, so that we may ask of Him.
Eke to the large-nosed reach my words, no less
Than to the other, Pier, who with him sings;
Whence Provence and Apulia grieve already
The plant is as inferior to its seed,
As more than Beatrice and Margaret
Costanza boasteth of her husband still.
Behold the monarch of the simple life,
Harry of England, sitting there alone;
He in his branches has a better issue.
He who the lowest on the ground among them
Sits looking upward, is the Marquis William,
For whose sake Alessandria and her war
Make Monferrat and Canavese weep."
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[Beans32 Purgatory] Rosary-beads
Dante Online Purgatorio 5
[11] Ben sai come ne l’aere si raccoglie
[11] quell’ umido vapor che in acqua riede,
[11] tosto che sale dove ’l freddo il coglie.
Purgatorio V as Raw Beans
( by Chuck)
5,7,5,6 Syllables
One bean per TERZA.
*****
Canto V
[5] You know Vapor Forms
[7] Then Turns to Water Again
[5] To Rain from the Air [37]
[6] Where Condensed by the Cold
To that Ill Will Joined
Intelligence, Evilness
A Wicked Nature [38]
Stirred up the Mist and Wind
Until the Valley
Fogbound by Pratomagno (Pratovecchio)
To the Mountain Chain [39]
He Charged the Sky's dense Clouds
Dense Clouds became Rain
Water Poured down to the Ground
And the Overflow [40]
Filled the Deepest Gullies
Spilling Water Joined
And formed Great Rushing Torrents
Violent, Endless [41]
To Reach the Royal Stream
Archiana Raged
My Cold Body near its Mouth
Swept it to Arno [42]
Loosed yet another Cross
My Heart still Ravaged
I dragged myself to its Bed
Swathed me with a Shroud [43]
Surrounded by its Spoils
O, please when you Are
Back in the World, and Rested
A third Soul Following [44]
Said: Remember Pia.
Sienna gave Life
Maremma began that death
When he pledged his Faith [45]
With his gem on my hand.
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