one of the biggest, most varied and most accomplished poems in all the world. Appreciated on the level of its verse, the thing never stops getting st… - Dante Alighieri

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one of the biggest, most varied and most accomplished poems in all the world. Appreciated on the level of its verse, the thing never stops getting steadily more beautiful as it goes on.

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About Dante Alighieri

Dante Alighieri (c. 30 May 1265 – 13 September 1321), most likely baptized Durante di Alighiero degli Alighieri, was an Italian poet, writer and philosopher. His Divine Comedy, originally called Comedìa (modern Italian: Commedia) and later christened Divina by Giovanni Boccaccio, is widely considered one of the most important poems of the Middle Ages and the greatest literary work in the Italian language.

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Alternative Names: Dante Durante degli Alighieri Durante di Alighiero degli Alighieri
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«Ты разве умер?»* – с уст моих слетело.
И он в ответ: «Мне ведать не дано,
Как здравствует мое земное тело.

Здесь, в Толомее, так заведено,
Что часто души, раньше, чем сразила
Их Атропос , уже летят на дно.

И чтоб тебе еще приятней было
Снять у меня стеклянный полог с глаз,
Знай, что, едва предательство свершила,

Как я, душа, вселяется тотчас
Ей в тело бес, и в нем он остается,
Доколе срок для плоти не угас.

* Данте был удивлен, встретив в Аду Альбериго, который весной 1300 г. был еще жив.

(121-132, песнь тридцать третья, Ад)

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Those ancients who in poetry presented
the golden age, who sang its happy state,
perhaps, in their Parnassus, dreamt this place.
Here, mankind's root was innocent; and here
were every fruit and never-ending spring;
these streams — the nectar of which poets sing.

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