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On this day 700 years ago, the poet Dante Alighieri died.\n\n*\n\nDANTE ALIGHERI<\/strong>\nSestina of the Lady Pietra degli Scrovigni<\/strong>\n(translated by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI)<\/em>\n\nTo the dim light and the large circle of shade\nI have clomb, and to the whitening of the hills,\nThere where we see no color in the grass.\nNatheless my longing loses not its green,\nIt has so taken root in the hard stone\nWhich talks and hears as though it were a lady.\n\nUtterly frozen is this youthful lady,\nEven as the snow that lies within the shade;\nFor she is no more moved than is the stone\nBy the sweet season which makes warm the hills\nAnd alters them afresh from white to green\nCovering their sides again with flowers and grass.\n\nWhen on her hair she sets a crown of grass\nThe thought has no more room for other lady,\nBecause she weaves the yellow with the green\nSo well that Love sits down there in the shade,\u2013\nLove who has shut me in among low hills\nFaster than between walls of granite-stone.\n\nShe is more bright than is a precious stone;\nThe wound she gives may not be healed with grass:\nI therefore have fled far o\u2019er plains and hills\nFor refuge from so dangerous a lady;\nBut from her sunshine nothing can give shade,\u2013\nNot any hill, nor wall, nor summer-green.\nA while ago, I saw her dressed in green,\u2013\n\nSo fair, she might have wakened in a stone\nThis love which I do feel even for her shade;\nAnd therefore, as one woos a graceful lady,\nI wooed her in a field that was all grass\nGirdled about with very lofty hills.\n\nYet shall the streams turn back and climb the hills\nBefore Love\u2019s flame in this damp wood and green\nBurn, as it burns within a youthful lady,\nFor my sake, who would sleep away in stone\nMy life, or feed like beasts upon the grass,\nOnly to see her garments cast a shade.\n\nHow dark soe\u2019er the hills throw out their shade,\nUnder her summer green the beautiful lady\nCovers it, like a stone cover\u2019d in grass.\n\n*<\/pre>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"On this day 700 years ago, the poet Dante Alighieri died. * DANTE ALIGHERI Sestina of the Lady Pietra degli Scrovigni (translated by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI) To the dim light and the large circle of shade I have clomb, and to the whitening of the hills, There where we see no color in the grass. […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":5,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"off","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-725","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/sudeepsen.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/725","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/sudeepsen.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/sudeepsen.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sudeepsen.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/5"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sudeepsen.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=725"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/sudeepsen.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/725\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":729,"href":"https:\/\/sudeepsen.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/725\/revisions\/729"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/sudeepsen.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=725"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sudeepsen.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=725"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sudeepsen.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=725"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}