April 2, 2010 § Leave a comment
Justice of God, ah! Who heaps up so many
New toils and sufferings as I beheld?
And why doth our transgressions waste us so?
As doth the billow there upon Charybdis,
That breaks itself upon that which it encounters,
So here the folk must dance their roundelay.
Here I saw people, more than elsewhere, many,
On one side and the other, with great howls,
Rolling weights forward by main force of chest.
They clashed together, and then at the point
Each one turned backward, rolling retrograde,
Crying, “why keepest?” and, “why squanderest thou?”
Thus they returned along the lurid circle
On either hand unto the opposite point,
Shouting their shameful metre evermore.
(From Dante’s Divine Comedy Chapter 7)