The sun appeared to linger long and low
Upon the Western sea of clouds that day,
And for a moment draw the soul away
To sacred places only spirits know—
Where from some source of beauty, seem to flow
Eternal mysteries of things unseen,
That somehow we can briefly glimp...
For what we call natural is hardly so – those things used by him – are far from spontaneous creations. Nor wheat, nor wine existed before man, the unknown genius, who selected and nurtured some few grains, some wild strain of grape.
We are glad to announce a new project of fresh translations of Dante Alighieri's Canzoni (songs), the father of the Italian language and Italian Renaissance. They will now be regularly posted in installments on thechainedmuse.com.While there are many translations of Da...