From Purgatorio

Inspired by Dante again

I am now at the top of the stairway,

And it is a divine spirit which moves me.

Who lyrical spins pattern

And makes me fight ill with will.

Dove and scala to pre-ordain

With parity, the crooked way seems straight

With the crooks on every turn.

Save me, Regina, or Reginio

From the gloom of Hell

Or planets that we do not understand

It makes no difference in the

Endpoint of naked line.

Give me grace to comprehend

The myriads of nature

From your hand.