Purgatorio: Canto IX
Dante's Dream of the Eagle. The Gate of Purgatory and the Angel. Seven P's. The Keys.
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La concubina di Titone antico già simbiancava al balco dorïente, fuor de le braccia del suo dolce amico;
di gemme la sua fronte era lucente,
e la notte, de passi con che sale,
quand io, che meco avea di quel dAdamo,10
Ne lora che comincia i tristi lai
e che la mente nostra, peregrina
in sogno mi parea veder sospesa
ed esser mi parea là dove fuoro
Fra me pensava: Forse questa fiede
Poi mi parea che, poi rotata un poco,
Ivi parea che ella e io ardesse;
Non altrimenti Achille si riscosse,
quando la madre da Chirón a Schiro
che mi scoss io, sì come da la faccia40
Dallato mera solo il mio conforto,
«Non aver tema», disse il mio segnore;
Tu se omai al purgatorio giunto:
Dianzi, ne lalba che procede al giorno,
venne una donna, e disse: "I son Lucia;
Sordel rimase e laltre genti forme;
Qui ti posò, ma pria mi dimostraro
A guisa duom che n dubbio si raccerta
mi cambia io; e come sanza cura
Lettor, tu vedi ben com io innalzo70
Noi ci appressammo, ed eravamo in parte
vidi una porta, e tre gradi di sotto
E come locchio più e più vapersi,
e una spada nuda avëa in mano,
«Dite costinci: che volete voi?»,
«Donna del ciel, di queste cose accorta»,
«Ed ella i passi vostri in bene avanzi»,
Là ne venimmo; e lo scaglion primaio
Era il secondo tinto più che perso,
Lo terzo, che di sopra sammassiccia,100
Sovra questo tenëa ambo le piante
Per li tre gradi sù di buona voglia
Divoto mi gittai a santi piedi;
Sette P ne la fronte mi descrisse
Cenere, o terra che secca si cavi,
Luna era doro e laltra era dargento;
«Quandunque luna deste chiavi falla,
Più cara è luna; ma laltra vuol troppa
Da Pier le tegno; e dissemi chi erri
Poi pinse luscio a la porta sacrata,130
E quando fuor ne cardini distorti
non rugghiò sì né si mostrò sì acra
Io mi rivolsi attento al primo tuono,
Tale imagine a punto mi rendea chor sì or no sintendon le parole.
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The concubine of old Tithonus now Gleamed white upon the eastern balcony, Forth from the arms of her sweet paramour;
With gems her forehead all relucent was,
And of the steps, with which she mounts, the Night
When I, who something had of Adam in me,10
Just at the hour when her sad lay begins
And when the mind of man, a wanderer
In dreams it seemed to me I saw suspended
And this, it seemed to me, was where had been
I thought within myself, perchance he strikes
Then wheeling somewhat more, it seemed to me,
Therein it seemed that he and I were burning,
Not otherwise Achilles started up,
What time from Chiron stealthily his mother
Than I upstarted, when from off my face40
Only my Comforter was at my side,
"Be not intimidated," said my Lord,
Thou hast at length arrived at Purgatory;
Whilom at dawn, which doth precede the day,
There came a Lady and said: 'I am Lucia;
Sordello and the other noble shapes
She laid thee here; and first her beauteous eyes
In guise of one whose doubts are reassured,
So did I change; and when without disquiet
Reader, thou seest well how I exalt70
Nearer approached we, and were in such place,
I saw a portal, and three stairs beneath,
And as I opened more and more mine eyes,
And in his hand he had a naked sword,
"Tell it from where you are, what is't you wish?"
"A Lady of Heaven, with these things conversant,"
"And may she speed your footsteps in all good,"
Thither did we approach; and the first stair
The second, tinct of deeper hue than perse,
The third, that uppermost rests massively,100
Both of his feet was holding upon this
Along the three stairs upward with good will
Devoutly at the holy feet I cast me,
Seven P's upon my forehead he described
Ashes, or earth that dry is excavated,
One was of gold, and the other was of silver;
"Whenever faileth either of these keys
More precious one is, but the other needs
From Peter I have them; and he bade me err
Then pushed the portals of the sacred door,130
And when upon their hinges were turned round
Roared not so loud, nor so discordant seemed
At the first thunder-peal I turned attentive,
Exactly such an image rendered me For now we hear, and now hear not, the words.
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