O Virgil! On your joyous journey,
Put out your dark Inferno.
From the beasts three headed in mercy.
To the garden of roses and bliss,
So much has gone your banal way,
My Paradiso has but gone amiss.
A moral's way to the depths afar;
Plato, Plutarch and Ptolemy.
No sadness is greater than in misery rehearse,
Fransesca tells, the memories of joy.
O Virgil! Leave me alone.
I am nothing but a heaven's toy.
On Dante's Inferno. Written in "terza rima" in Dante's style.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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