tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3407624264627208128.post4252448215544576031..comments2024-01-26T21:38:25.924-08:00Comments on Duane's PoeTree: Michael Estabrook writesDuanesPoeTreehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17053093400086634552noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3407624264627208128.post-8771326524444456862019-06-08T16:47:51.064-07:002019-06-08T16:47:51.064-07:00Like waves above Charybdis, each crashing apart
Ag...Like waves above Charybdis, each crashing apart<br />Against the one it rushes to meet, here gather<br />People who hurry forward till they must meet<br />And dance their round. Here I saw more souls<br />Than elsewhere, spreading far to the left and right:<br />Each pushes a weight against his chest and howls<br />At his opponent each time that they clash:<br />“Why do you squander?” and “Why do you hoard?” Each wheels<br />To roll his weight back round again: they rush<br />Toward the circle’s opposite point, collide<br />Painfully once more, and curse each other afresh;<br />And after that refrain each one must head<br />Through his half-circle once again, to his next joust.<br /><br />-- Dante, INFERNO, Canto VII, lines 22-36 (tr. Robert Pinsky)DuanesPoeTreehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17053093400086634552noreply@blogger.com