Sestina of the Lady Pietra degli Scrovigni I have come, alas, to the great circle of shadow, to the short day and to the whitening hills, when the colour is all lost from the grass, though my desire will not lose its green, so rooted is it in this hardest stone, that speaks and feels… Continue reading Dante Alighieri
The first three hours of night were almost spent The time that every star shines down on us When Love appeared to me so suddenly That I still shudder at the memory. Joyous Love seemed to me, the while he held My heart within his hands, and in his arms My lady lay asleep wrapped… Continue reading Dante Alighieri
It pained him to hear Hervé Joncour softly saying, in conclusion: “I have never even heard her voice.” And a while later: “It is a strange sort of pain.” Softly. “To die of yearning for something you’ll never experience.” — Alessandro Baricco, Silk. Published by Rizzoli (editore.) Published in English (1996.)
There is no greater sorrow then to recall our times of joy in wretchedness. ― Dante Alighieri, Inferno (The Divine Comedy). (Modern Library, December 9, 2003) Originally 1320.
Whatever is a reality today, whatever you touch and believe in and that seems real for you today, is going to be—like the reality of yesterday—an illusion tomorrow. — Luigi Pirandello
Solitude is never with you; it is always without you and possible only in the presence of an outsider, an alien person or place as may be, that completely ignores you, that you completely ignore; so your will and your feelings remain suspended and bewildered in a tormented uncertainty; and, as every affirmation of yourself… Continue reading Luigi Pirandello
What remains to be done must be done by you; since in order not to deprive us of our free will and such share of glory as belongs to us, God will not do everything himself. ― Niccolò Machiavelli, The Prince. (Dante University of America Press; 2nd edition, May 15, 2003)