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Like Dante [English]-updated

 

Like Dante

 

Nel mezzo del cammin di nostra vita

Mi ritrovai per una selva oscura

Ché la dritta via era smarrita

 [Inferno, Canto I ]

 

In the middle of our life journey

I found myself

Lost

In a forest dark

Away from the straight path

 

And

So it is

Like Dante I wander

Through a forest dark

In search of my beginnings

Fearful of my end

 

My Immortality

Too

Weighs heavily on me

If a soul I once did own

Lost again

In Faith’s delusion

Unseen in Reason’s light

 

Prayers of yesterday

Beads and litanies

Empty incantations

Whispers of hope

Silent markers of despair

Echoes of fears deep

And

Unrelenting

Haunt the shadows surrounding me

 

Like Dante

In the middle of this my life journey

I wander

Lost and unknowing

No light to guide the way

Through a forest wild and savage

Hidden darkly from the day

 

 

— Geremia, Jul 14, 2010

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shirley harrison

15 years 11 months ago

Dear Longo!

Dante, I love this piece! Just breathtakingly Wonderful. much love shirley harrison
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raskin

15 years 11 months ago

Strong work, lovely,

Strong work, lovely, sad, thoughtful. Good expression, gentle. raskin
Seren

Seren

15 years 11 months ago

Dearest Joe

You know how much I love your poetry ... Bravo my friend I can offer nothing that would make any resemblence of sense love and hugs JayCee x x x x x (Quote~~"It is by universal misunderstanding that all agree. For if, by ill luck, people understood each other, they would never agree. "--Charles Baudelaire)
Nordic cloud

Nordic cloud

15 years 11 months ago

Such panache, such suchness Longobardolino.

Ann of Norway I hear the hollow Cathedral's echoes round my brain, they reverberate through tabernacles and rows of pews, confound, amuse, the spectres I don't wish to see, the haunting habits of monks and nuns enchant the rosary, and I am lost in limbo lost in time as if i was another soul from past belongings and needed other chimes to hear the prayers that are my very own. Annuccia.