Ignite the flame that will help you guide your way through the darkness and return with a story to tell.

Purgatory: Canto XVII

Gustave Dore

 

In my imagination there took shape
the impious deed committed by that being
transformed into the bird that lives to sing:

my mind became, at this point, so withdrawn
into itself that the reality
of things outside could not have entered there. 

Then poured into my soaring fantasy,
a figure crucified, whose face revealed
contempt and fury even as he died.

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