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Authors: Dante

Paradiso (28 page)

16–21
   
the silence of the souls, having ceased their song
22–27
   
simile: sounds issuing from lutes or bagpipes and from the Eagle’s neck
28–30
   
the voice of the Eagle began again, uttering words that Dante inscribed upon his heart
31–36
   
the Eagle: “Gaze on my eye to study my greatest souls:
37–42
   

[David]
(as singer of the Holy Spirit)
43–48
   

[Trajan]
(as humble servant of a widow)
49–54
   

[Hezekiah]
(as penitent king)
55–60
   

[Constantine]
(his way to Heaven paved with good intention)
61–66
   

William the Good
of Sicily (mourned as a just ruler)
67–72
   

Ripheus
the Trojan (now he truly knows divine grace)”;
73–78
   
simile: the Eagle is silent with satisfaction like a lark that has sung its song and silently enjoys satiety in it.
79–138
   
Dante: pagans in Paradise? the Eagle’s answer:
79–84
   
Dante, while he knows that his question is obvious to the Eagle, cannot restrain himself from giving it voice;
85–87
   
the Eagle acknowledges Dante’s confusion and responds:
88–93
   
“You see the what but not the why,
94–99
   
“that is, God wills to be conquered and thus conquers;
100–105
   
“[Trajan] and [Ripheus] both died believers in Christ:
106–117
   
“tale of Trajan: the prayer of
Gregory
and his rebirth,
118–129
   
“tale of Ripheus: vision of salvation in Christ to come;
130–138
   
“even we, elect, know not the identities of all the elect.”
139–141
   
Thus were the poet’s weak eyes made strong by Justice;
142–148
   
final simile: as a lutenist accompanies a singer, so did the flames of Trajan and of Ripheus move in accord with the Eagle’s words.
PARADISO XX

               
When he who floods the whole world with his light   

               
sinks steadily from sight within our hemisphere

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until the day is spent on every side,

               
the sky, lit up before by him alone,

               
suddenly sparkles with a multitude of lights

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which all reflect a single one.   

               
I was reminded of this alteration in the sky

               
when the emblem of the world and of its lords   

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ceased speaking from within its blessèd beak,

               
and all those living lights, shining

               
still more bright, began their songs

12
           
that slip, and fade, and fall from memory.

               
O sweet love, mantled in a smile,   

               
how ardent did you sound within those pipes,

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filled with the breath of holy thoughts alone!

               
Once the bright and precious stones of the sixth light,   

               
which scintillated in their setting there,

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had silenced their angelic tones,   

               
it seemed to me I heard the murmur of a stream,   

               
its waters falling crystal clear from rock to rock,

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revealing the abundance of its source above.

               
And as a sound is given shape   

               
at the neck of the lute or by the wind

24
           
forced through the vent-holes of a bagpipe,

               
so, holding me no longer in suspense,

               
the murmur of the eagle issued through its neck

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as though it had been hollowed out.

               
There it became a voice and, coming from the beak,

               
it formed the words my heart was waiting for,

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and on my heart I wrote them down.   

               
‘The part of me that, in mortal eagles,   

   

               
sees and endures the sun, you now must watch

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with fixed attention,’ were its words to me,

               
‘for, from the flames from which I take my form,   

               
those that make my eye shine so brightly in my head,

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those are the very highest spirits in their ranks.

               
‘He that blazes as the pupil with a central spark   

   

               
was the one who sang the praises of the Holy Ghost

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and brought the ark from town to town.

               
‘Now he knows the merit of his song,   

               
insofar as it derived from his own thought,

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by the fit reward he now enjoys.

               
‘Of the five who arc to form my eyebrow,   

               
the one who is closest to my beak

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consoled the widow when she lost her son.

               
‘Now he knows how dear the cost, should one fail

               
to follow Christ, since he has lived

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both this sweet life and, long ago, that other.   

               
‘And he that follows on the arc of which I speak,   

               
there on its upward curve, delayed his death

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by offering up his true repentance.

               
‘Now he knows God’s irrevocable decree   

               
remains unaltered even when a worthy prayer postpones

54
           
what might occur on earth today until tomorrow.

               
‘The next one there, with good intent that bore bad fruit,   

               
turned Greek, along with both the laws and me,

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thus yielding his position to the shepherd.

               
‘Now he knows that the evil which derived

               
from his good act does him no harm,

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even if it brought the world to ruin.

               
‘And the one you see on the downward arc was William,   

               
for whom those lands lament which weep in woe

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because of living Charles and living Frederick.

               
‘Now he knows how Heaven is moved by love

               
for a righteous king, as the effulgence

66
           
of his aspect still makes plain.

               
‘Who in the erring world below would think   

               
that Trojan Ripheus should be the fifth

69
           
among the holy lights along this arc?   

               
‘Now he knows much the world cannot discern

               
of heavenly grace, although his sight

72
           
cannot make out the bottom of this sea.’

               
Like the lark that soars in air,   

   

               
first singing, then silent, content and rejoicing

75
           
in the final joyous sweetness of its song,

               
such did that image seem to me, the very imprint

               
of the eternal Beauty, by whose will

78
           
all things become that which they truly are.

               
And even though I was as clear in my perplexity   

   

               
as color shows through glass that covers it,

81
           
my question could not bear to wait its turn in silence,

               
but, by the pressure of its weight,

               
forced from my lips: ‘What are these things I see?’

84
           
For there I saw a glittering revelry of lights.

               
And then, its eye lit up with greater brilliance,   

               
the blessèd emblem, to set me free

87
           
from suspense and wonder, gave its answer:

               
‘I see that you believe these things because I say them

               
but fail to see, how, though you believe them,

90
           
they came to pass, because their cause is hidden.

               
‘You are like the man who knows a thing by name   

               
but does not understand its quiddity   

93
           
unless another makes that plain to him.   

               

Regnum celorum
suffers violence   

               
from fervent love and living hope.

96
           
These conquer the very will of God,

               
‘not as man may master man, but conquer it   

               
because it would be conquered, and,   

99
           
once conquered, itself conquers by its goodness.

               
‘The first living soul in the eyebrow and the fifth

               
make you wonder to find them adorning

102
         
the dwelling-place of angels.

               
‘They left their bodies not as gentiles   

               
but as Christians, firm in their beliefs, the one

105
         
before, the other after, the piercing of His feet.

               
‘For from Hell, where no one may return   

               
to righteous will, the one came back into his bones—

108
         
this his reward for living hope,   

               
‘the living hope that furnished power to the prayers

               
addressed to God to raise him from the dead

111
         
so that his will might find its moving force.

               
‘The blessèd soul of whom I speak,

               
back in his flesh for but a while,

114
         
believed in Him who had the power to help,

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