Mi ritrovai per una selva oscura…
I found myself in a dark wood…”)
I found myself in this stinking car park,
Underground, miles from Amirillo.
When those words reached my ears!
Tell the tale of blood and guts [I saw]...
what is it,
that has the world so in its clutches?'
things of real value,
they ride over roughshod
for a slice of Capital's cake.
drowning us in a sea of white goods
and smart gadgets.
- English Translations of Dante in the Eighteenth Century, Paget Toynbee. The Modern Language Review Vol. 1, No. 1 (Oct., 1905), pub. Published by: Modern Humanities Research Association
- “Can we conceive of Beatrice ‘snapping’ like a shrew?” Helen Vendler, review of “Dante in English” edited by Eric Griffiths and Matthew Reynolds. London Review of Books, Vol. 27 No. 17 · 1 September 2005