'E quindi uscimmo a riveder le stelle.'*
-Dante
I dreamed I saw the libraries of Heaven
and many books were there
that never saw the light of day on
earth-
and there were no sentinels at the door:
and in the air, something like flowers
and when you turned the page,
fresh meadows, endless hues-
and in a corner resplendent with light
and no newspapers-
you were reading by heart
and could not die-
mary angela douglas 13 may 2005
copyright 2006
*'and we walked out once more beneath the stars.'
from Dante's Inferno, Canto 34 (when the poets emerge from hell)
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