In Canto 2, Dante succeeds in overcoming his fear of what may lie ahead if he agrees to undertake a difficult journey through the underworld escorted by Virgil, the Roman poet. Virgil persuades Dante that despite the perils of such an undertaking, success is assured because it has been willed by Heaven.
Canto 3 commences at the Portals of Hell where they are greeted by the immortal words, "Abandon hope, all ye who now enter." It is here that Dante gains his first glimpse of the finality of the predicament confronting the vast number of souls gathered on the banks of the Acheron River, each waiting their turn to be ferried across the dismal waters by the ferocious boatman, Charon.
Canto 3 of Dante's Inferno can be streamed using the media player above. A CD quality audio file is also available for download here.
[Audio and text for Canto 1 can be accessed here.
Audio and text for Canto 2 can be accessed here.]
PRODUCTION NOTES
Music;
Project Divinity: Piety
Gathering Dust
Softspace: Sonic Journey
(Remix: vincentd)
Voice:
Vincent Di Stefano
Introduction
This canto introduces us more strongly to the style Dante will progressively develop throughout the poem. It is suffused with strong visual elements depicting the peculiar sufferings endured by those cast into the infernal realms:
These wretches who never had been truly human
Now naked and tortured by hornets and wasps
That surged and hovered and stormed all around them.
Their faces were streaked with black blood that flowed
Then mingled with tears and fell to the ground
To be sucked up by worms that were waiting below.
In addition, it introduces Dante's penchant for peopling the various hell-worlds with prominent individuals some of whom were personally known to Dante and many of whom would probably have been known to his audience of 14th century Florentine readers:
And stretching behind to the furthest horizon
Were more souls than ever I deigned to imagine
Undone and unmade by the coming of death.
And among them I saw some familiar faces
Including the shade of a cowardly one
Who dishonoured his life by a stubborn refusal.
This is generally understood to refer to Pope Celestine V, who abdicated the papacy in 1294 after holding the position for a period of only five months. This enabled the ascension to the papal throne of Pope Boniface VIII whose interference in Florentine politics directly resulted in Dante's exile. As will be seen in later cantos, Celestine is not the only pope that Dante relegates to hell. This reference also introduces the reader to another important aspect of La Divina Commedia as a whole. Throughout this poem, Dante progressively reveals the breadth of his knowledge and understanding not only of the historical currents of his own time, but his familiarity with the cultural histories and mythologies of the ancient world, and the theologies that determined so much of how life was lived in medieval Europe.
The Poem
Inferno. Canto 3
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| William Blake, The Portals of Hell, ca. 1825 |
“Through me you enter the tormented city,
Through me you come to eternal pain,Through me you join with the desolate souls.
It was justice that moved the high One who made me
By the sum of all knowledge, the wellspring of love.
Before me was no thing that was not eternal
Abandon all hope, all ye who now enter.”
Suspended above a great arching doorway.
I asked my Master: “What does this mean?”
“It is best now to put aside all of your doubt
And put far behind you all faint-hearted fear.
Where you’ll see dire souls in deep agony
Bereft of all reason, without understanding.”
And knowingly smiled, I found consolation
And then came to know what had been concealed.
Echoing stark through the starless air
Which brought me both sorrow and a streaming of tears.
Agonised words and the roarings of rage,
Sounds of hands slapping, harsh rasping voices
Like sand whipped aloft by a whistling whirlwind
All through the rank air in that place of despair.
I said: “My master, what do I hear?
And what people are these so defeated by grief?
Is the fate that now holds the pitiful souls
Whose lives were worth neither praise nor disdain.Of half-hearted angels neither rebels nor true
Who served only themselves, ignoring their maker.
But the depths of hell refused to receive them
Lest their presence incite the contempt of those there.”
That makes them lament so desolately?”
He said: “I will tell you in very few words.
And their visionless lives have become so debased
That they simmer resentful of all other fates,
They are spurned and despised by both justice and mercy
So discuss them no further, just observe and pass by.”
Furling and whirling in turbulent motion
That with every turn seemed to call out disdain
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| William Blake, At the Banks of the Acheron, ca. 1825 |
And stretching behind to the furthest horizon
Were more souls than ever I deigned to imagine Undone and unmade by the coming of death.
Including the shade of a cowardly one
Who dishonoured his life by a stubborn refusal.
That this was the tribe of villainous souls
Despised by both God and by God’s enemies.
Now naked and tortured by hornets and wasps
That surged and hovered and stormed all around them.
Then mingled with tears and fell to the ground
To be sucked up by worms that were waiting below.
To the many more massed on the bank of a river
I asked: “My master, grant me this query:And what has compelled them to gather together
Seemingly eager to cross the wide river?”
Only after such time that our feet come to rest
On the cheerless banks of the Acheron River.”
Fearing my questions had deeply annoyed him
I spoke not a word till we reached the broad river.
A haggard old man with skin pale as death
Screaming: “Woe be upon you, despicable souls!
I come now to ferry you to the far shore
To eternal darkness, to fire and to ice.
Go now! Withdraw from the ones who are dead.”
But seeing me steadfast and standing my ground
Elsewhere, not here, you may find a shore
And lighter wood that will carry you over.”
Our coming was willed by the source of all will
So hold your wild tongue and ask nothing more.”
Of that misty marsh fell silent and still
And wheels of fierce fire encircled his eyes.
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| Gustav Dore, Charon on the Acheron |
As they finally grasped his ruthless intent.
And they cursed that place and the whole human race
And the passion that brought them to earthly birth.
Then they all retreated together as one
That awaits every man who has no fear of God.
Drove and herded them on together
Beating all who stalled with his weighty oar.
Till the naked branch sees its once-green mantle
All spread out below on the waiting earth
One on the other at that desolate shore
Like birds that attend to each other’s call.
But before even reaching the other side
A new herd had arrived awaiting their turn.
“Those who have died in God’s displeasure
Are all gathered here from every land
Goaded relentless by justice divine
Over-riding all fear of what may await them.
Pay no heed to the ferryman’s ranting
As you now have knowledge of what drives him so.”
So strongly that now at the very recall
A sudden wet sweat breaks out over me.
That billowed and grew with a reddening light
Submerging completely all of my senses.
[Translated by Vincent Di Stefano]
A pdf copy of this translation can be accessed here.
