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Mathematicians
Use a complicate language
Hard to understand.
Things are quite simple
When are thought in simple words.
No mathematics?
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I was pushed to write this comparison after reading the poem on Byron by the souper poet Gary Bateman.
Wandering on internet I found the Byron's version of Francesca's words in CANTO V of Dante's Hell and I was curious to compare his translation with mine. I was astonished by the fact that while apparently both Byron and me were trying to reproduce the original sound of verses and to obey the rhyme rules, the two compositions have no one rhyme coincident in any terzine. So I report here the two versions, mine in italics and Byron's in bold (as obvious, being more important). Francesca tells hers story with the following words:
The land where I was born and had my breed
Is close to sea there where Po river falls
To stay behind with effluents to lead.
The Land where I was born sits by the Seas
Upon that shore to which the Po descends,
With all his followers, in search of peace.
Love, which the gentle heart rapidly calls
Strong captured him about the body nice
Got out of me, and way offense recalls.
Love, which the gentle heart soon apprehends,
Seized him for the fair person which was ta’en
From me, and me even yet the mode offends.
Love, which does not let lovers to entice,
Took me for him so strongly pleasure lust
That, as you see, still here cannot decease.
Love, who to none beloved to love again
Remits, seized me with wish to please, so strong,
That, as thou see’st, yet, yet it doth remain.
Love then led both us to a death cussed.
Caina expects whom our lives turned out”.
These words by them were proffered to us just.
Love to one death conducted us along,
But Caina waits for him our life who ended:”
These were the accents uttered by her tongue.
When I heard those souls hurted with no doubt,
I bowed my face and moved it so much low,
Until the poet told me: “Which is your thought?”
Since I first listened to these Souls offended,
I bowed my visage, and so kept it till—
“What think’st thou?” said the bard; when I unbended,
Answering, I started: “Sorry I go,
How many sweet thoughts, and how much desire
To such a painful handoff could them throw!”
And recommenced: “Alas! unto such ill
How many sweet thoughts, what strong ecstacies,
Led these their evil fortune to fulfill!”
Then I turned to them and was to enquire,
So I started: ”Francesca, torments yours
My piteous sorrow and cry require.
And then I turned unto their side my eyes,
And said, “Francesca, thy sad destinies
Have made me sorrow till the tears arise.
But say: at time of sweet breaths on your corps,
Which was the cause and which the way love won
So that unfair desires reached your cores?”.
But tell me, in the Season of sweet sighs,
By what and how thy Love to Passion rose,
So as his dim desires to recognize?”
And she to me: “Any worse pain is none
Than recalling now the joyousness time
Being in troubles; your guide knows the dawn.
Then she to me: “The greatest of all woes
Is to remind us of our happy days
In misery, and that thy teacher knows.
But if to understand the deep root prime
Of our love your heart to a such extent,
I will tell my story while crying I’m.
But if to learn our Passion’s first root preys
Upon thy spirit with such Sympathy,
I will do even as he who weeps and says.
We were reading one day with joy intent
Of Lancelot by love under the grip;
We were alone and no suspect we meant.
We read one day for pastime, seated nigh,
Of Lancilot, how Love enchained him too.
We were alone, quite unsuspiciously.
Several times our eyes to joining slip
That reading made, blanching indeed our face;
But only a point then our strength could strip.
But oft our eyes met, and our Cheeks in hue
All o’er discoloured by that reading were;
But one point only wholly us o’erthrew;
When we had read that the lip desired grace
Was kissed indeed by such a lover slap,
This, whom none from me ever will displace,
When we read the long-sighed-for smile of her,
To be thus kissed by such devoted lover,
He, who from me can be divided ne’er,
Kissed my mouth while he was all trembling flap,
Guilty was that book and who wrote it: too
We then could read no more in that day gap”
Kissed my mouth, trembling in the act all over:
Accurséd was the book and he who wrote!
That day no further leaf we did uncover.”
While one of the souls went the story through,
The other cried; so much a mercy led
That I lost senses, like to death me drew
While thus one Spirit told us of their lot,
The other wept, so that with Pity’s thralls
I swooned, as if by Death I had been smote,
And I fell down as falls a body dead.
And fell down even as a dead body falls.
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The difficult translation of first Canto of Divina Commedia is here completed
In the part published before, Dante imagined to find himself in a dark forest where he met three beasts.
Now he is going to meet the poet Virgilio who will bring him through the Hell and Purgatory.
The original italian is omitted for simplicity.
I ask readers to comment even negatively this hard work.
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And such as guy acquiring with decision,
And comes the time which brings him then to lose,
So that his thoughts with sorrow find collision;
Similar the peaceless beast with strong abuse
Coming against me direct bit by bit
Constrained me with shadow to confuse.
And while compelled to slide down and quit,
Before my eyes just the faint view appeared
Of who for long hush seemed to have no fit.
When I saw him in the wide desert cleared,
“Miserere of me”, I screamed to him,
“If you to shadow or to man adhered”
Replied: “I'm not now, man I was not dim,
Lombard my parents just certainly were
Both from Mantua, their home with vim.
Arose sub Julio, even late occur,
And lived in Rome under August good
In times of liars false gods and faith blur.
Poet I was, and sung of that with just mood
Anchise’s son who came in a trip from Troy,
When superb Ilion burned as a wood.
But why you follow of trouble the decoy?
Why the delectable hill don’t you rise
Which is the start and cause of a full joy?”.
“Are you now that Virgilio source wise
Who spreads of words a so ample river?”.
I answered him with my shameful eyes.
“O of other poets light and honor giver,
Might I have gain from long study and love
Which made me look for your work with quiver.
You are my master who inspires above,
You are the only one from whom I took
The stile admirable of my honor shove.
The beast which made me run away now look;
I beg your help, indeed famous wise man,
‘Cause me a trembling in veins and pulse shook”
“To take another trip better you can”,
He answered, when saw my weeping pain,
“If out of this savage place you want to scan;
Since this beast , which causes your complain,
Nobody allows its way to align,
But fights against him until is slain,
And its nature is so ruthless and malign,
That never fills in its greedy will,
And is hungrier after than before dine.
Many are the animals with which joins still,
And even more will be, until the hound
Will come, and shall it painfully kill.
This one by richness will not be bound
But by wisdom, love and virtue alone
And between two felts will come and found.
Might help that Italy to humble prone
For which lost life Camilla virgin pure
Eurialo, Turno and Niso killed as known.
This one will hunt it hard in every moor,
Until it will fall in the deepest hell,
Just where from it started envy impure.
So for your sake I think and judge well
That you should follow me, your guide,
And I will shepherd you in endless dell;
Where with desperate shouting you shall collide,
You shall see ancient spirits in their pain,
Who are all shouting to be again died;
You shall see those who happily sustain
To stay in fire, hoping to come back
No matter when in the blessed domain.
Where you can climb following the track,
A more worthy soul than me will be:
With her I will leave you, this is my tack;
Since the great emperor who there up can see,
'Cause I was a rebel against his law,
To guide you there forbids that I be free.
He commands everywhere and puts his awe;
Here resides his domain and lofty throne:
Lucky the people elected to this joie!”.
And I to him: “Poet, my need is here shown
In name of God you did not even know,
To escape this evil maybe not alone,
That you now bring me where you told to go,
So then I see the true saint Peter’s gate
And also people you tell afflicted so”
And when he moved, him I followed straight.
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After the flame had come here for news
When to my duke right seemed time and too place,
In such a way I heard him to diffuse:
“You two who are in the same fire space,
If with you in my life had merit some,
If my merit left you more or less trace
When in world I wrote verses high to come,
Do not move now, but one of you should say
Where, for him, lost and dead had to become”.
The larger horn of ancient flame array
Started then to shake himself while grumbling,
Like just as the one which wind hits away;
Then the summit back and forth was fumbling,
Like had its tongue just moving as to speak,
“When”, it loudly threw out his voice rumbling,
“From Circe I left, who held me for freak
More than one year there Gaeta just near,
Before Aeneas so named it, antique,
Neither the son’s sweetness, nor pity mere
Of ancient father, nor even love due
Which ought to Penelope give good cheer,
Could win in me the ardor hitherto
Which I had of world expert to become
And of human vices and value true;
But I put myself in open sea come
With only a boat and those friend mates
Not many but who with me remained, some.
I saw then many shores and the Spain’s gates
Down to Morocco, and Sardi’s isle,
And others that sea wet around creates.
Me and companions were then old a while
When that narrow outlet we reached just close
There where Hercules put his true end pile
And hinder men go beyond to impose;
I left Sibilia on my right hand ,
On other left already Setta’s coasts.
“Brothers”, I told, “who for thousands of grand
Hazards now have just reached the extreme west,
To this so short time of life which is spanned
To our senses which then remains at best
You should not the experience deny,
Of back sun, world by no people possessed.
Consider now of your seed pearls the why:
You were made not just much as brutes to live,
But to follow virtue and knowledge high”.
My companions I made so keen to strive,
With this small oration, for the way start,
That then stop them hardly I might contrive;
And turned our stern at morning to depart,
Of oars we made then wings to our mad flight,
Always were gaining on the left hand part.
Already on the other pole stars’ light
Saw night, and our sun too was so much low,
That did not rise above the marine site.
Five times was lighted up, as many no,
The light under the journey of the moon,
After start the arduous pass to go,
When far appeared a mountain, color brune
Due to the distance, and it looked so tall
That never I saw before and saw noone.
We were happy but we had to appall;
Since from the novel land a whirl was born
And then hard stroke of boat the first side wall.
Three times it made to swirl us with no warn;
At fourth it made the poop to be bent up
And too the bow go down, to give us mourn,
Until sea closed us to a final drop”.
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Teaching traditional
Is based on transmission
But is receiver tuned?
Cannot transmit culture.
Culture needs discovery.
A teacher must accept
To hear the students’ words
And work with their conceptions
Constructing day by day.
No discipline succeeds
With rules imposed as truth.
Discussion is a need
To improve a conscious thought.
Become constructivists!
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Sky.
Soundless
Immensity.
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Aim of some teachers?
It is not education
But simply put marks.
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Freedom, equality and brotherhood
In the french revolution had happen should
But led simply to build a guillotine.
Not even Robespierre his head save could.
Newborn people of world has a bloodline
Which marks her/him to be ugly or fine
No equality or brotherhood are acting now
No real freedom or Justice can destine.
It’s time to change and reach a splendid glow
The hateful racism outlaw to throw
We are all equal, free and fraternal too
It’s time for mankind a spiritual grow.
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The day was going off, and the brown air
To the terrestrial animals gave rest
For their labors; and only me was there
Just ready to withstand the war at best
Both of the journey and of the torment,
Which by my mind will be rightly expressed.
O muse, o high genius, help my intent;
O mind which tried to write the things I saw
Here of noblesse you will show the extent.
I then began: ”Poet , that guide me and draw,
Look at my virtue if it has the power,
Before I try the high step with no flaw.
You affirm that Silvio’s father not this hour,
While he was living, to immortal place
Just went, and was with senses free to scour.
But, if of any evil the adverse base
Favored him, accounting the high effect
Which had to come from him, it was the case
Well worthy looking to any mind perfect;
So he was of alma Rome and its domain
In the empyrean heaven father elect:
Both city and man, for real truth sustain,
Were then chosen: Rome as the saint ground
Where of Peter’s successor must remain.
This going for praising him made it sound,
Things were achieved which allowed after then
His victory and the Pope’s mantle round.
Later on went the elected Bard just when
Had to give strength to the true belief
Which is the principle to salvage men.
But me, why should I come? Who gives motif?
I’m not Aeneas, and nor Paul I am;
On this is mine and others’ disbelief.
Because, if to come there I do not stem,
I fear that coming will prove I’m insane
You’re sage; that I don’t reason you should pram”
And as who wants what then has to restrain
Following new thoughts with proposal change
So that all things have to begin again,
Similarly I did it in that obscure range
Because, by thinking, I rapidly succeeded
In the way which at start was to derange.
“If your words I have correctly heeded”,
Answered the shadow of that noble man,
“Your mind to dastardliness has ceded;
Which many times man hardly overran
So that diverts him from any honored deed,
As when see vicious beasts wrongly you can.
From this alarm in order to be freed,
I’ll tell you why I came and what I heard
In the prime question to follow your need.
I was within the ones suspended herd,
When nice and blessed woman called out me,
Such as to ask hers commands I preferred.
Much more than stars hers eyes were bright to see;
Then to talk she started gentle and low,
With angelic voice, in hers language free:
“O gracious soul from Mantua shiny glow,
Whose worldwide fame power to stand has still
And long time shall last as the world will go,
The friend of mine, and not of venture skill,
In the desert space is hardly entrapped
So that he is giving up for scare thrill;
And I fear for him to be already flapped,
That the rescue from mine might be too late,
As far of him from heavens I have kept.
Now you must go there, and with your speech straight
And giving him what needed to survive,
Help him, I will be free of anguish weight.
I am Beatrice and your step I drive;
I come from where I want be back again;
Love, making me speaking, made me revive.
When I will be in front of my Lord main
Often I shall praise to him your valid soul”
She then got silent, and I had to explain:
“O woman full of virtue , who is sole
To fill for human beings any empty space
Of heaven, which of less rim has its bowl,
I like so much whatever is your trace
That obey, if it were, it would be late;
You have only to open me your case.
But tell me the reason why you took the rate
To descend down here in this dark center
From the wide site which you dearly wait”
“Since your knowledge wants so deep to enter,
Will tell you in brief” , she answered then,
“Why I don’t fear to bring here my mentor.
We can be afraid of things but only when
Show to be aggressive to others much;
If not, don’t fear, they cannot hurt the men.
I am a Lord’s construction, thanks God ,such,
As your wretchedness cannot now me hurt
Nor flame of this hot burning can me touch.
Heavenly woman to tears must convert
This very hard task where you I send,
Compelling her a judgment to divert.
She pleaded Lucia helpful commend
And told her: - Now your faithful man help needs
From you, and him I warmly recommend-
Lucia, opposing any misdeeds,
Moved, and rapid came where I was
With ancient Rachele already sitting.
She told:- Beatrice, true God’s laud and luz,
Why don’t you help the one who loved much you,
The vulgar herd so leaving for this cause?
Aren’t you hearing his painful tears undue,
Neither you see with death how hard his fight
Goes on the flood on which sea never flew?
Nobody in the world was rapid quite
To have a gain or a risk to escape
As I was, after such words I heard right,
I came down here from my blessed agape
Trusting your honest speaking good indeed
Honoring you and those who caught your shape-.
After these words to me wanted to cede
Hers shiny eyes than moved weeping with tears
Which pulled me to come with greater speed.
And I came here then following hers cares:
I took you off from facing up that beast
Which you to climb the hill impeded airs.
So: what happens? Why, why aren’t you released,
Why such cowardice in your heart admit,
Why your courage and baldness are not pieced,
As on three blessed women you can commit
Who care take of you in the heaven court,
And so much good I’m talking to transmit?
Like little flowers in the night chill fort
Are bent and closed, after white sun light,
Suddenly all open their stems are sort,
Similar I did with my tired virtue slight,
And so good boldness in my heart then came,
That I started speaking as I was all right:
“Oh indeed piteous and helpful dame!
And you that soon accepted hers request
With the true words which proffered in my name!
You have my heart with such desire stressed
So much to join you according your talk,
That my previous purpose I reassessed.
Since we have the same will, then start to walk:
You leader, you lord and you master main”.
So I told; when pace started to unlock,
The path I entered savage and arcane.
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Freedom, equality and brotherhood
In the french revolution had happen should
But simply led to build a guillotine.
Not even Robespierre his head save could.
Newborn people of world has a bloodline
Which marks her/him to be ugly or fine
No equality or brotherhood are acting now
No real freedom or Justice can destine.
It’s time to change and reach a splendid glow
The hateful racism outlaw to throw
We are all equal, free and fraternal too
It’s time for mankind a spiritual grow.
(This is for "My spirit" contest: verses are the same of a previous poem of mine adapted to the contest, because this is my spirit)
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