Inferno: Canto XIII
Not yet had Nessus
reached the other side,
we had put ourselves within a wood,
That was not marked by any path whatever.
Not foliage green,
but of a dusky colour,
branches smooth, but gnarled and intertangled,
Not apple-trees were there, but thorns with poison.
thickets have not, nor so dense,
savage wild beasts, that in hatred hold
'Twixt Cecina and Corneto the tilled places.
There do the
hideous Harpies make their nests,
chased the Trojans from the Strophades,
With sad announcement of impending doom;
Broad wings have
they, and necks and faces human,
feet with claws, and their great bellies fledged;
They make laments upon the wondrous trees.
And the good
Master: "Ere thou enter farther,
that thou art within the second round,"
Thus he began to say, "and shalt be, till
Thou comest out
upon the horrible sand;
look well around, and thou shalt see
Things that will credence give unto my speech."
I heard on all
sides lamentations uttered,
person none beheld I who might make them,
Whence, utterly bewildered, I stood still.
I think he thought
that I perhaps might think
many voices issued through those trunks
From people who concealed themselves from us;
Master said: "If thou break off
little spray from any of these trees,
The thoughts thou hast will wholly be made vain."
Then stretched I
forth my hand a little forward,
plucked a branchlet off from a great thorn;
And the trunk cried, "Why dost thou mangle me?"
After it had become
embrowned with blood,
recommenced its cry: "Why dost thou rend me?
Hast thou no spirit of pity whatsoever?
Men once we were,
and now are changed to trees;
thy hand should be more pitiful,
Even if the souls of serpents we had been."
As out of a green
brand, that is on fire
one of the ends, and from the other drips
And hisses with the wind that is escaping;
So from that
splinter issued forth together
words and blood; whereat I let the tip
Fall, and stood like a man who is afraid.
"Had he been able
sooner to believe,"
Sage made answer, "O thou wounded soul,
What only in my verses he has seen,
Not upon thee had
he stretched forth his hand;
the thing incredible has caused me
To put him to an act which grieveth me.
But tell him who
thou wast, so that by way
some amends thy fame he may refresh
Up in the world, to which he can return."
And the trunk said:
"So thy sweet words allure me,
cannot silent be; and you be vexed not,
That I a little to discourse am tempted.
I am the one who
both keys had in keeping
Frederick's heart, and turned them to and fro
So softly in unlocking and in locking,
That from his
secrets most men I withheld;
I bore the glorious office
So great, I lost thereby my sleep and pulses.
The courtesan who
never from the dwelling
Caesar turned aside her strumpet eyes,
Death universal and the vice of courts,
Inflamed against me
all the other minds,
they, inflamed, did so inflame Augustus,
That my glad honours turned to dismal mournings.
My spirit, in
by dying to escape disdain,
Made me unjust against myself, the just.
I, by the roots
unwonted of this wood,
swear to you that never broke I faith
Unto my lord, who was so worthy of honour;
And to the world if
one of you return,
him my memory comfort, which is lying
Still prostrate from the blow that envy dealt it."
Waited awhile, and
then: "Since he is silent,"
Poet said to me, "lose not the time,
But speak, and question him, if more may please thee."
Whence I to him:
"Do thou again inquire
what thou thinks't will satisfy me;
For I cannot, such pity is in my heart."
recommenced: "So may the man
for thee freely what thy speech implores,
Spirit incarcerate, again be pleased
To tell us in what
way the soul is bound
these knots; and tell us, if thou canst,
If any from such members e'er is freed."
Then blew the trunk
amain, and afterward
wind was into such a voice converted:
"With brevity shall be replied to you.
exasperated soul abandons
body whence it rent itself away,
Minos consigns it to the seventh abyss.
It falls into the
forest, and no part
chosen for it; but where Fortune hurls it,
There like a grain of spelt it germinates.
It springs a
sapling, and a forest tree;
Harpies, feeding then upon its leaves,
Do pain create, and for the pain an outlet.
Like others for our
spoils shall we return;
not that any one may them revest,
For 'tis not just to have what one casts off.
Here we shall drag
them, and along the dismal
our bodies shall suspended be,
Each to the thorn of his molested shade."
We were attentive
still unto the trunk,
that more it yet might wish to tell us,
When by a tumult we were overtaken,
In the same way as
he is who perceives
boar and chase approaching to his stand,
Who hears the crashing of the beasts and branches;
And two behold!
upon our left-hand side,
and scratched, fleeing so furiously,
That of the forest, every fan they broke.
He who was in
advance: "Now help, Death, help!"
the other one, who seemed to lag too much,
Was shouting: "Lano, were not so alert
Those legs of thine
at joustings of the Toppo!"
then, perchance because his breath was failing,
He grouped himself together with a bush.
Behind them was the
forest full of black
ravenous, and swift of foot
As greyhounds, who are issuing from the chain.
On him who had
crouched down they set their teeth,
him they lacerated piece by piece,
Thereafter bore away those aching members.
Thereat my Escort
took me by the hand,
led me to the bush, that all in vain
Was weeping from its bloody lacerations.
"O Jacopo," it
said, "of Sant' Andrea,
helped it thee of me to make a screen?
What blame have I in thy nefarious life?"
When near him had
the Master stayed his steps,
said: "Who wast thou, that through wounds so many
Art blowing out with blood thy dolorous speech?"
And he to us: "O
souls, that hither come
look upon the shameful massacre
That has so rent away from me my leaves,
Gather them up
beneath the dismal bush;
of that city was which to the Baptist
Changed its first patron, wherefore he for this
Forever with his
art will make it sad.
were it not that on the pass of Arno
Some glimpses of him are remaining still,
Those citizens, who
afterwards rebuilt it
the ashes left by Attila,
In vain had caused their labour to be done.
Of my own house I
made myself a gibbet."
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