tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640685159828802662.post6451483233521105843..comments2023-12-15T11:13:08.829+01:00Comments on Sharrow tükörvilága: Inferno: Canto VSharrowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01369431514492570309noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640685159828802662.post-33050082052714721402018-01-29T19:58:05.415+01:002018-01-29T19:58:05.415+01:00Thank you these beautiful verses (the word, "...Thank you these beautiful verses (the word, "vers" in my language means "poem")<br />...and same thoughts, still... I miss it. :( I miss the peace too.<br />I don't know if there is any hope - or not.<br />If this poem told the true, the darkness awaits me... Sharrowhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01369431514492570309noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640685159828802662.post-32107247148579881372018-01-29T13:31:48.747+01:002018-01-29T13:31:48.747+01:00It is so strange: just last night I disturbed Kris...It is so strange: just last night I disturbed Kristine with stuff about Dante's Inferno, about this Canto, about Francesca...<br /><br />Francesca da Rimini<br />(From Dante’s Inferno, Canto V)<br /><br />Grey and pale now she’s ghost of the shadow<br />that she was when she lost any control<br />and her instinct defeated them both<br />in a such full of love and bad moment<br /><br />Thus she entered down in the hell<br />just still living till she melted her<br />in the blood; then the death and the doom:<br />she is desperate sweetness. No hope<br /><br />Now Francesca turns; also I turn<br />led around by the same and old malice.<br />In the snake there’s a dichotomous pulse:<br />mind and skin cut off out from my heartAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com