Thursday, April 28, 2011

Dante in Heaven

The Divine Comedy is such an epic poem we tend to forget the details of its setting, treating it as in some way timeless. In fact, the three parts of the Comedy have a definite timeframe: at the beginning of the Inferno it is the evening of Thursday of Holy Week in the year 1300 (the full moon is shining in the constellation Libra, the sun in Aries), at the beginning of the Purgatorio it is the morning of Easter Sunday (he says that Venus was in Pisces, but this seems to be speaking a bit loosely, since Venus wasn't quite yet in Pisces, although it would be at the same time the next year; the moon is in Scorpio), and at the end of the Paradiso it is the Thursday after Easter (when he reaches the sphere of Saturn, he notes that Saturn is in Leo). The longest possible journey, from Hell to Heaven, in one week. Thus this seems fitting:

(as translated by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow)

O how all speech is feeble and falls short
Of my conceit, and this to what I saw
Is such, 'tis not enough to call it little!

O Light Eterne, sole in thyself that dwellest,
Sole knowest thyself, and, known unto thyself
And knowing, lovest and smilest on thyself!

That circulation, which being thus conceived
Appeared in thee as a reflected light,
When somewhat contemplated by mine eyes,

Within itself, of its own very colour
Seemed to me painted with our effigy,
Wherefore my sight was all absorbed therein.

As the geometrician, who endeavours
To square the circle, and discovers not,
By taking thought, the principle he wants,

Even such was I at that new apparition;
I wished to see how the image to the circle
Conformed itself, and how it there finds place;

But my own wings were not enough for this,
Had it not been that then my mind there smote
A flash of lightning, wherein came its wish.

Here vigour failed the lofty fantasy:
But now was turning my desire and will,
Even as a wheel that equally is moved,

The Love which moves the sun and the other stars.