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My apologies, to Dante Alighieri; my highest tribute to this great artist, but this alteration of his poems on my blog has meant nothing but to give it a higher meaning. For me, and for others who reads it.

And for whoever who reads this blog, please don’t refer this blog as some official references to Dante’s work because it is NOT.

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Through you I enter the city of woes,
Through you I enter the eternal pain,
Through you I enter the population of loss.


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Thou art not dead, but in delusion strayest,
Poor soul, who so lamentest thy estate,
Exclaims a little gentle spirit of love;
For this fair gentleman, who disquiets thee,
Has so transform’d thy life, that thou hast fear
Of him, so spiritless thou art become.


... I feel the mighty power of Love so great
That I cannot endure
Its suffering long; whence I am sorely grieved;
For he is ever growing in his strength,
And I feel mine decay;
So that each hour I am weaker than before.
I ask not Love to grant more than I wish,
For should he grant all the will requires,
The virtue which from nature I derive
Could bear it not, for it is limited
And this it is of which my heart complains,
That power corresponds not to desire.
But if from good desire reward should spring,
I claim it, in a grant of longer life,
From those fair eyes, whose splendour, sweetly mild,
Brings comfort when I feel Love’s influence.

... O true must be the love which captivates,
And strong must be the chain,
Since I would do for it what I aver
For love exists not of an equal weight
To that which pleasures finds
In death, from serving another well.


... No power but that of Love could render me
Deserving to be made
Subject of him ....