The Divine Comedy · Dante Alighieri

Paradiso: Canto I

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I lift mine eyes, and all the windows blaze

With forms of Saints and holy men who died,

Here martyred and hereafter glorified;

And the great Rose upon its leaves displays

Christ’s Triumph, and the angelic roundelays,

With splendor upon splendor multiplied;

And Beatrice again at Dante’s side

No more rebukes, but smiles her words of praise.

And then the organ sounds, and unseen choirs

Sing the old Latin hymns of peace and love

And benedictions of the Holy Ghost;

And the melodious bells among the spires

O’er all the housetops and through heaven above

Proclaim the elevation of the Host!

O star of morning and of liberty!

O bringer of the light, whose splendor shines

Above the darkness of the Apennines,

Forerunner of the day that is to be!

The voices of the city and the sea,

The voices of the mountains and the pines,

Repeat thy song, till the familiar lines

Are footpaths for the thought of Italy!

Thy fame is blown abroad from all the heights,

Through all the nations, and a sound is heard,

As of a mighty wind, and men devout,

Strangers of Rome, and the new proselytes,

In their own language hear thy wondrous word,

And many are amazed and many doubt.

The ascent to the First Heaven.

The glory of Him who moveth everything1196

Doth penetrate the universe, and shine1197

In one part more and in another less.

Within that heaven which most his light receives1198

Was I, and things beheld which to repeat1199

Nor knows, nor can, who from above descends;

Because in drawing near to its desire1200

Our intellect engulfs itself so far,

That after it the memory cannot go.

Truly whatever of the holy realm

I had the power to treasure in my mind

Shall now become the subject of my song.

O good Apollo, for this last emprise1201

Make of me such a vessel of thy power

As giving the beloved laurel asks!

One summit of Parnassus hitherto

Has been enough for me, but now with both

I needs must enter the arena left.

Enter into my bosom, thou, and breathe1202

As at the time when Marsyas thou didst draw1203

Out of the scabbard of those limbs of his.

O power divine, lend’st thou thyself to me

So that the shadow of the blessed realm

Stamped in my brain I can make manifest,

Thou’lt see me come unto thy darling tree,

And crown myself thereafter with those leaves

Of which the theme and thou shall make me worthy.

So seldom, Father, do we gather them

For triumph or of Caesar or of Poet,

(The fault and shame of human inclinations,)

That the Peneian foliage should bring forth

Joy to the joyous Delphic deity,

When anyone it makes to thirst for it.

A little spark is followed by great flame;

Perchance with better voices after me

Shall prayer be made that Cyrrha may respond!1204

To mortal men by passages diverse

Uprises the world’s lamp; but by that one

Which circles four uniteth with three crosses,1205

With better course and with a better star

Conjoined it issues, and the mundane wax1206

Tempers and stamps more after its own fashion.

Almost that passage had made morning there

And evening here, and there was wholly white1207

That hemisphere, and black the other part,

When Beatrice towards the left-hand side

I saw turned round, and gazing at the sun;

Never did eagle fasten so upon it!

And even as a second ray is wont

To issue from the first and reascend,

Like to a pilgrim who would fain return,

Thus of her action, through the eyes infused

In my imagination, mine I made,

And sunward fixed mine eyes beyond our wont.

There much is lawful which is here unlawful

Unto our powers, by virtue of the place

Made for the human species as its own.

Not long I bore it, nor so little while

But I beheld it sparkle round about

Like iron that comes molten from the fire;1208

And suddenly it seemed that day to day1209

Was added, as if He who has the power

Had with another sun the heaven adorned.

With eyes upon the everlasting wheels

Stood Beatrice all intent, and I, on her

Fixing my vision from above removed,

Such at her aspect inwardly became

As Glaucus, tasting of the herb that made him1210

Peer of the other gods beneath the sea.

To represent transhumanize in words

Impossible were; the example, then, suffice

Him for whom Grace the experience reserves.

If I was merely what of me thou newly1211

Createdst, Love who governest the heaven,

Thou knowest, who didst lift me with thy light!

When now the wheel, which thou dost make eternal1212

Desiring thee, made me attentive to it

By harmony thou dost modulate and measure,1213

Then seemed to me so much of heaven enkindled

By the sun’s flame, that neither rain nor river

E’er made a lake so widely spread abroad.

The newness of the sound and the great light

Kindled in me a longing for their cause,

Never before with such acuteness felt;

Whence she, who saw me as I saw myself,

To quiet in me my perturbed mind,

Opened her mouth, ere I did mine to ask,

And she began: “Thou makest thyself so dull

With false imagining, that thou seest not

What thou wouldst see if thou hadst shaken it off.

Thou art not upon earth, as thou believest;

But lightning, fleeing its appropriate site,1214

Ne’er ran as thou, who thitherward returnest.”

If of my former doubt I was divested

By these brief little words more smiled than spoken,

I in a new one was the more ensnared;

And said: “Already did I rest content

From great amazement; but am now amazed

In what way I transcend these bodies light.”

Whereupon she, after a pitying sigh,

Her eyes directed tow’rds me with that look

A mother casts on a delirious child;

And she began: “All things whate’er they be

Have order among themselves, and this is form,

That makes the universe resemble God.

Here do the higher creatures see the footprints

Of the Eternal Power, which is the end

Whereto is made the law already mentioned.

In the order that I speak of are inclined1215

All natures, by their destinies diverse,

More or less near unto their origin;

Hence they move onward unto ports diverse

O’er the great sea of being; and each one

With instinct given it which bears it on.

This bears away the fire towards the moon;

This is in mortal hearts the motive power;

This binds together and unites the earth.

Nor only the created things that are

Without intelligence this bow shoots forth,

But those that have both intellect and love.

The Providence that regulates all this1216

Makes with its light the heaven forever quiet,1217

Wherein that turns which has the greatest haste.

And thither now, as to a site decreed,

Bears us away the virtue of that cord

Which aims its arrows at a joyous mark.

True is it, that as oftentimes the form

Accords not with the intention of the art,

Because in answering is matter deaf,

So likewise from this course doth deviate

Sometimes the creature, who the power possesses,

Though thus impelled, to swerve some other way,

(In the same wise as one may see the fire

Fall from a cloud,) if the first impetus

Earthward is wrested by some false delight.

Thou shouldst not wonder more, if well I judge,

At thine ascent, than at a rivulet

From some high mount descending to the lowland.

Marvel it would be in thee, if deprived

Of hindrance, thou wert seated down below,

As if on earth the living fire were quiet.”1218

Thereat she heavenward turned again her face.

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