I’ve just finished reading Dante’s Paradiso. As in – literally just finished. I walked into the computer room, book in hand, reading the last few pages of notes, because I couldn’t wait to share the last few lines with you all…
Thither my own wings could not carry me
But that a flash of understanding clove
Whence its desire came to it suddenly
High phantasy lost power and here broke off
Yet, as a wheel moves smoothly, free from jars
My will and my desire were turned by love,
The love that moves the sun and other stars.
