DANTE'S SUBLIME COMEDY: PURGATORY: Chapter 18
Chapter
18: Love and Sloth
Silent
once more, my teacher closely watched
my face for understanding of his
words.
Though thirsting to hear more I held
my tongue 3
since
further questioning might pester him.
That good instructor guessed what I suppressed.
With smile and nod he told me to ask
more. 6
“Master,”
said I, “you clarify my brain,
so say again how love induces both
virtuous actions and their opposite.” 9
“Give me your full attention now,” said he,
“and concentrate your analytic mind
on truth that Plato gave humanity 12
before Epictetus made scholars blind.
All souls are born with appetite for
love,
so bound to look at what most seems to
please 15
whenever
pleasure beckons them, and thus
attractive visions from outside
ourselves
enter our souls. Love is what draws them in, 18
makes
soul and vision a new entity.
Thus nature’s objects take a hold of
soul,
and as the flames leap upward to the
sun 21
(the
source of every fire) no soul can rest
before she blends with objects that
she loves.
But they are wrong who say all love
is good. 24
Substantial
minds possess material shapes
and yet are different, though only
seen
in what they do and show, like
grass when green.
27
None
know how virtue starts. It moves our hearts
as bees are moved to building honeycomb.
No praise for such instinctive skill
is due, 30
because
such instincts should not be obeyed
till brought in tune with other
wills as good
and communal, as are the busy bees. 33
We have
to choose between right love and wrong
by freely reasoning, as all folk can
when love submits to reason as it
should. 36
Indeed,
necessity creates our love,
but free-will only gives it right
control.
Reason and free-willed souls are
gifts from God 39
to
everyone: Greek, Roman, Pagan, Jew
and those like you born since that
Hero died
who conquered death. My words sound
cut and dried. 42
They point
to Heaven’s Grace but they stop short
at gate of Paradise, where that
pure soul
Beatrice will become your only
guide.” 45
Now
it was midnight and the rising moon
upon the wane had reached its
height, and hung
among the stars like tilted golden
bowl. 48
The
poet who had brought his birthplace fame
now dropped the burden of
instructing me.
As we reclined I pondered drowsily 51
on
all the noble thought he had made mine,
till noises at my back awakened me,
for round the mountain track there came a
mob 54
who
seemed at first a wildly charging herd
of peasants drunk on half-fermented
wine,
but as they neared I saw most were well dressed. 57
Not revelry but pain was driving them,
a frantic pain allowing them no
rest.
I and my guide, our energy renewed,
60
sprang
to our feet and sprinted at the side
of two in front who alternately cried,
“Hail Mary, pregnant with our Saviour, 63
“Hail Mary, pregnant with our Saviour, 63
rushing uphill to greet her cousin Beth!”
and,
“Caesar, in haste to conquer Lerida,
routed Marseilles and then swooped into Spain.” 66
routed Marseilles and then swooped into Spain.” 66
Meanwhile
the horde behind were shouting out,
“Go faster! Faster still! Slowness in
love
prevents the Grace that blesses
from above!”
69
My
master cried, “Your mighty urgency,
O souls, will one day purge the laziness
delaying your salvation when alive, 72
but
this man lives. Heaven has ordered him
to climb above you when the sun appears.
Please teach us how to reach the
nearest stair.”
75
Someone
among these racers answered him,
“Follow us. You will see a staircase
soon.
Forgive me if I have to run away
78
and
seem discourteous. I lived in great
Emperor Barbarossa’s day, he who
plundered Milan. I was then abbot of
81
San
Zeno in Verona, and can say
who rules it now has one foot in the
grave,
and soon in Hell will curse what he has done. 84
and soon in Hell will curse what he has done. 84
He
has made certain that his bastard son,
crippled in legs and mind, will take his
place,
keeping a good priest from that
benefice. . .” 87
He
raced so far ahead I heard no more,
but I am glad to recollect his words
before my master said, “ Now look
behind.
90
Here
come the two who goad the slothful on
by telling them some things to keep
in mind.”
At once I heard a strong voice
loudly say, 93
“Of
those to whom the Red Sea opened wide,
three only lived to see The
Promised Land
because of slothfulness upon the
way.” 96
Another
cried, “ When Aeneas led forth
his Trojan band to the grand
enterprise
of founding Rome, many abandoned
him
99
in
Sicily, and died there without fame.”
I paused then till that multitude
had passed
quite out of sight. My head was in
a whirl.
102
Each
thought that came inspired another one
or two, or three that contradicted
it
with hectic fancies, frivolous and
deep, 105
until
I sank beside the road, asleep.
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