I felt that a contemporary translation that more closely approximated spoken English would better match Dante’s original intent to create a text that could be read and understood by all.reviews from: Quarterly Conversation, Brooklyn Rail, Vanity Fair.
Stopped mid-motion in the middle
Of what we call a life, I looked up and saw no sky—
Only a dense cage of leaf, tree and twig. I was lost.
It’s difficult to describe a forest:
Savage, arduous, extreme in its extremity. I think
And the facts come back, then the fear comes back.
Death, I think, can only be slightly more bitter.
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