What’s Love Got to Do with It? Love and Free Will

  • What does not happen in Dante’s circle of lust: the Commedia does not include the genital tortures that are featured in vision literature and contemporary artwork (see for instance Giotto’s Last Judgment in the Scrovegni Chapel)
  • The contrast reveals that Dante de-sexualizes lust
  • That said, Dante makes his second circle significantly more “hellish” than his first, putting the infernal judge Minos, adjudicator of the damned, at the threshold of the second circle
  • Dante’s treatment of lust focuses not on illicit sexual actions per se but on the subordination of reason to desire
  • The contrapasso of the second circle is the infernal windstorm (“bufera infernal” [Inf. 5.31]), whose metaphoric connection to lust works by analogy: the wind buffets and controls the lustful in the afterlife in the same way that their passions buffetted and controlled them while in this life
  • A new source text for Dante’s contrapasso: Aristotle’s Nicomachean Ethics 3.1, where the philosopher treats voluntary and involuntary action and uses the example of a man being carried off by the wind
  • The encounter with Francesca da Rimini features the literature of courtly love; in this context, Dante is able to meditate on the courtly tradition, including the Italian lyric tradition, from the Sicilians to Guinizzelli and Cavalcanti
  •  Echoing literary authorities, Francesca deploys the courtly doctrine that love is a compulsive force, that it cannot be resisted, and that it effectively deprives us of our free will
  • The autobiographical component: Dante himself had written poetry in which he denied that free will can exist within the domain of love, most explicitly in the sonnet Io sono stato con Amore insieme
  • Working from ideas already present in his moral canzone Doglia mi reca, in Inferno 5 Dante insists that reason and love can and must coexist: a passion that is antithetical to reason, that is not the product of a free will, cannot be called love
  • The word amore and how to construe it:
    • in Inferno 2, “amore”, rightly construed, is aligned with reason, and leads to salvation: “amor mi mosse, che mi fa parlare” (Inf. 2.72)
    • in Inferno 5, “amore”, wrongly construed, is not aligned with reason, and leads to death: “Amor condusse noi ad una morte” (Inf. 5.106).
  • A different vision of Francesca: we can historicize her and uncover her gendered history as dynastic wife and political pawn who attempts to exert agency in a patriarchal world. From this historicized perspective, it is less important that Dante puts Francesca into his Hell than that he saves her to history, preserving her from oblivion and becoming Francesca’s historian of record. For the first historicized reading of Dante’s Francesca, see my essay “Dante and Francesca da Rimini: Realpolitik, Romance, Gender”, listed in Coordinated Reading.

[1] Inferno 5 presents the second circle of Dante’s Hell, the circle of lust. It features a charismatic sinner, a historical person about whom we know very little, Francesca da Polenta. Francesca da Polenta, son of the lord of Ravenna, married Gianciotto Malatesta, son of the lord of Rimini. She committed adultery with her brother-in-law Paolo Malatesta, and both she and her lover were killed by her husband, most likely between 1283 and 1286. For these actual people and what we know of them, and for the ways that the historical events and characters inform Inferno 5, see my essay “Dante and Francesca da Rimini: Realpolitik, Romance, Gender”, listed in Coordinated Reading.

[2] In the elliptical and stylized language of this canto, neither brother is named. Gianciotto is invoked by Francesca in the statement “Caina attende chi a vita ci spense” (Caina awaits the one who took our life [Inf. 5.107]), where “Caina” refers to the zone of lower Hell reserved for traitors of family.

[3] We might wonder: when Dante has Francesca say “Caina attende chi a vita ci spense”, is he deliberately building in the need for commentators who will tell readers what Caina is? The first-time reader of Inferno 5 could conceivably have the classical erudition to know who the classical figures in Inferno 5 are, and could perhaps—if Dante’s contemporaries—have knowledge of Francesca and her scandal and murder, but no reader could have known what Caina is, since it is part of the textual world that Dante invents.

[4] The reference to Caina holds fascinating implications for the composition of the Commedia: the presence of the name of a section of the ninth and lowest circle of Hell suggests that Dante had at least a schematic outline of all of his Hell at the time that he wrote Inferno 5. And what did Dante think a reader would make of the name? While suggestive of fratricide in its allusion to Cain, its precise significance can only be ascertained through a commentary or prior knowledge of the Inferno. The suggestion is that Dante expected commentators to furnish, as indeed they very soon began to do, information not only about Francesca and her family but also the meaning and whereabouts of the place called Caina. And so, the industry of Commedia exegesis was born.

[5] We begin by putting Dante’s treatment of lust as a sin into historical context. We can do this by comparing Dante’s treatment of lust in Inferno 5 to that of various moralistic traditions, both written and visual: to vision literature, to didactic poetry and sermons, and to contemporary artwork.[1]

[6] The distance between Dante and the various moralistic traditions is immense. The instructive contrast helps us to realize that Dante is not particularly interested in criminalizing sex per se: he does not raise the usual hue and cry about what the moralists call fornication.

[7] Rather, Dante is interested in the self’s negotiation of desire. He is promoting an alignment of the faculties of the soul in which reason is not enthralled by desire but dominates it, thus maintaining freedom of the will. This issue is so fundamental and consistently present that we find Dante advocating the same alignment in his late Latin political treatise Monarchia:

Si ergo iudicium moveat omnino appetitum et nullo modo preveniatur ab eo, liberum est; si vero ab appetitu quocunque modo preveniente iudicium moveatur, liberum esse non potest, quia non a se, sed ab alio captivum trahitur. (Mon. 1.12.4, ed. of Prue Shaw)

Now if judgment controls desire completely and is in no way pre-empted by it, it is free; but if judgment is in any way at all pre-empted and thus controlled by desire, it cannot be free, because it does not act under its own power, but is dragged along in the power of something else. (Shaw trans.)

[8] The image of our judgment, our “iudicium”, being “dragged along” by desire offers a late Dantean echo of the infernal windstorm that drags the souls hither and yon in the second circle of Hell.

[9] The visionaries follow a tradition in which punishment is inflicted on the sinful body part and are insistent that the tortures inflicted on fornicators are genital tortures. Visions create a context that helps us to see that Dante, by contrast, de-sexualizes lust.

[10] In the earliest Christian vision, St. Peter’s Apocalypse (2nd c. CE), we find women hung by their hair, hair that they plaited “not for the sake of beauty but to turn men to fornication”, and men “hung by their loins in that place of fire” (Gardiner, ed. and trans., Visions of Heaven and Hell before Dante, p. 6). At the end of the vision tradition is Thurkill’s Vision (dated 1206, of English provenance), whose adulterers must fornicate publicly in an infernal amphitheater, and then tear each other to pieces:

An adulterer was now brought into the sight of the furious demons together with an adulteress, united together in foul contact. In the presence of all they repeated their disgraceful love-making and immodest gestures to their own confusion and amid the cursing of the demons. Then, as if smitten with frenzy, they began to tear one another, changing the outward love that they seemed to entertain toward one another before into cruelty and hatred. (Gardiner, ed. and trans., Visions of Heaven and Hell before Dante, pp. 230-231)

[11] Visual depictions of Hell are similarly focused. The treatment of the lustful in the Last Judgment of Dante’s contemporary Giotto (1267-1337 c.), in the Scrovegni Chapel in Padova, offers graphic images of what art historians Anna Derbes and Mark Sandona call “torments directed at genitalia”. They describe Giotto’s figures thus:

For instance, just below Satan’s left arm, on the bristly back of a serpentine monster, is a soul doomed to spend eternity with a reptilian green demon gnawing on his penis. Above and to the right of Satan, a black demon grips another man’s penis in pincers. Hanging to the right are four more damned souls, two of whom — one male, one female — are suspended by their genitals, another by his tongue, and the fourth by her long hair, a common sign of luxuria. The fact that her hair is braided may also signify her concupiscence. (Derbes and Sandona, The Usurer’s Heart: Giotto, Enrico Scrovegni, and the Arena Chapel in Padua, p. 66)

[12] In a 1998 article published in The Art Bulletin that preceded the book cited above, Derbes and Sandona characterize the genital tortures thus: “These particular forms of torture — surely visual versions of Dantean contrappasso — are especially apt here” (p. 284). If there is one thing that the genital tortures of the Scrovegni Chapel are not, they are not “visual versions of Dantean contrappasso”. I cite the 1998 remark, duly corrected in the later book, because it is so instructive regarding the inaccuracy with which popular perception of the Commedia (even among scholars) has sedimented. It is thus reflexively assumed that the Inferno is the poetic version of a vision like Thurkill’s Vision, or the poetic version of Giotto’s Last Judgment.

[13] Importantly, Dante does not imagine sexualized torture at all, either here in his treatment of (heterosexual) lust or later in his treatment of what he calls sodomy. There is, in fact, a complete absence of sexualized torture in the Commedia.[2]

* * *

[14] Dante offers a crisp definition of lust. It is a philosophical definition in that he defines the “carnal sinners” as those “who subjugate reason to desire”: “i peccator carnali, / che la ragion sommettono al talento” (Inf. 5.38-9). Lust is the misalignment of our faculties, with the result that our passions control us, rather than reason. After this ethical definition is put forward, Dante-poet stages an encounter with a charismatic sinner, Francesca da Rimini, who uses thrillingly seductive language — language that draws on both courtly love lyrics and Arthurian romance — to subvert the information contained by the prior ethical definition.

[15] Here Dante follows a narrative method that he uses consistently, of first giving us information and then challenging our ability to integrate that information into our understanding of the possible world depicted by the poem. For instance, although “we are duly informed that ‘Giustizia mosse il mio alto fattore’ (Justice moved my high maker [Inf. 3.4]), this is information that we will internalize — if at all — only after completing much of the voyage through hell, not here at the outset” (The Undivine Comedy, p. 31).

[16] Similarly, in Inferno 5 Dante not only defines lust very clearly, but he further signposts the gravity of the sin by placing Minos, the adjudicator of the damned, at the entrance of the second circle, where he wraps his phallic tail around the sinners to denote the circle to which the sinner will be sent. Ludovico Castelvetro thought Dante should have placed Minos before the first circle, in order that no sinner escape the purview of justice. Not only does the placement of Minos increase the privileging of Limbo, but it casts a proleptic shadow on Francesca’s arrival in the second circle: “Francesca’s efforts are so successfully directed at dulling the reader’s perception of her sinfulness that it is bracing to recall that she, too, passed by Minos and was judged by him” (“Minos’s Tail”, p. 150, listed in Coordinated Reading).[3]

[17] We turn now to the contrapasso that Dante devises for Inferno 5. Dante’s treatment of lust emphasizes the psychology of desire: his adulterers are tossed about by a hellish wind — the “bufera infernal” of verse 31 — as in life they were tossed about by their passions. The fourteenth-century commentator Guido da Pisa offers the gloss: ‘‘the lustful are moved in this world by every wind of temptation, so that their souls are always in continual motion and continual tempest’’. He cites Isaiah: ‘‘Cor impii quasi mare fervens quod quiescere non potest’’ (The heart of the wicked man is like a troubled sea that cannot rest). Dante’s contrapasso also draws on the Augustinian analysis of desire, based on a dialectic between human motion and divine repose, between the human cor inquietum — unquiet heart — with its restless and unfulfilled longings (“inquietum est cor nostrum” [Confessions, ch. 1]) and the eternally fulfilled quies of God.

[18] In a 1998 essay on Inferno 5, I added a passage from Aristotle’s Nicomachean Ethics 3.1 to the interpretive matrix on the canto, suggesting a new source for the contrapasso. The importance of this Aristotelian passage for Inferno 5 has, to the best of my knowledge, gone unnoticed by the previous commentary tradition. (See “Dante and Cavalcanti, on Making Distinctions in Matters of Love: Inferno 5 in Its Lyric and Autobiographical Context”, listed in Coordinated Reading),

[19] The passage in question comes from the beginning of Aristotle’s discussion of voluntary and involuntary action in Nicomachean Ethics 3.1, where the philosopher provides two examples of involuntary action. One of the two examples is that of a person being carried off by a wind:

Those things, then, are thought involuntary, which take place by force or owing to ignorance; and that is compulsory of which the moving principle is outside, being a principle in which nothing is contributed by the person who acts — or, rather, is acted upon, e.g., if he were to be carried somewhere by a wind, or by men who had him in their power. (Nicomachean Ethics 3.1.1109b35–1110a4; trans. David Ross, 1925; rev. ed. [Oxford: Oxford UP, 1980], p. 48)

[20] Many years later, I developed further the analysis of Nicomachean Ethics 3.1 and Inferno 5, starting from the question of what Dante achieves for his treatment of lust by appropriating Aristotle’s wind, one of the philosopher’s two examples of a force that can compel involuntary action.[4] I argue that Dante uses Aristotle in order to emphasize the importance of free will. Specifically, he employs Aristotle’s example of compulsive force in order to illuminate the moral weakness of the doctrine of courtly love, with its insistence that love is an external force that can compel us to act against our will, as though love were in fact an irresistible force like the wind of Nicomachean Ethics 3.1.

[21] In this way Dante constructs a counterpoint between the Aristotelian clarity regarding what constitutes involuntary action and the doctrine of courtly love, which treats love as an external force that can compel involuntary action (even personifying love in order to further muddy the issue of moral agency). Dante thus uses Aristotle the better to isolate and expose our self-indulgent inclination to convince ourselves that a pleasureable internal stimulus — erotic desire — is the equivalent of an irresistible external force, like a hurricane.

[22] In a remarkably trenchant analysis, Aristotle observes that we are never compelled by those things that give us pleasure. He explains that it is not possible to affirm that pleasing things are capable of forcing us, as though they were external forces, because if that were the case everything we do would be forced:

But if someone were to say that pleasant and noble objects have a forcing power, compelling us from without, all acts would be for him forced; for it is for these objects that all men do everything they do. (NE 3.1.1110b9–11)

[23] Aristotle continues by observing that it is absurd to make external circumstances responsible for that which we do with pleasure:

And those who act by force and unwillingly act with pain, but those who do acts for their pleasantness or nobility do them with pleasure; it is absurd to make external circumstances responsible, and not oneself, as being easily caught by such attractions, and to make oneself responsible for noble acts but the pleasant objects responsible for base acts. (NE 3.1.1110b13–15, trans. Ross)

[24] Francesca, who committed adultery with her brother-in-law Paolo, tells Dante that Love forced her to reciprocate Paolo’s passion. As we shall see, she portrays herself as compelled by love, as though a hurricane force wind had deprived her of free will.

 * * *

[25] Love as an overwhelming force that cannot be withstood is a staple of the vernacular love lyric tradition. Giacomo da Lentini, the leader of the first Italian school of poetry, the Sicilian school, offers the language of passive surrender to love that Francesca will later use: for example, in the canzone Madonna, dir vo voglio, Giacomo writes “como l’amor m’ha priso’’ (as love has taken me [Madonna, dir vo voglio, 2]) and ‘‘di tal guisa Amor m’ha vinto’’ (in such fashion love has conquered me [Madonna, dir vo voglio, 72]). Another Sicilian poet, Guido delle Colonne, also presents love as a force that dominates him, writing in the canzone Ancor che l’aigua of love having taken and seized him (“sì m’ave preso e tolto” [33]). In the canzone Amor, che lungiamente m’hai menato Guido delle Colonne conjures Vergil’s “Omnia vincit Amor” (Love conquers all) when he writes “Amor che vince tutto” (Love that conquers all [24]).

[26] Guido delle Colonne’s canzone Amor, che lungiamente m’hai menato begins with a metaphor in which the lover is a horse and Love is the rider of that horse. Thus, the lover is dominated and subdued by Love. This canzone, which deploys the same verb menare that is so frequent in Inferno 5, is, as I have written, ‘in effect a lyric version of Inferno 5 without the eschatological context”:

The Augustinian dialectic between menare and posare (terms that will govern Inferno 5 as well) shapes the canzone from the outset, where the compulsive force of love is compared not to the roiling force of a gale on the sea but to the severe control of a rider on his mount; the lover begs love to loosen the reins by which he is so tightly bound: “Amor, che lungiamente m’hai menato / a freno stretto senza riposanza, / alarga le toi retene in pietanza” (1-3). (“Dante and Cavalcanti”, p. 75)

[27] Dante began his poetic life as a lyric poet working within the conventions of courtly love and in the context of an eros that is viewed as an imperious force that cannot be withstood. In his very early sonnet to Dante da Maiano, Savere e cortesia, Dante Alighieri declares that there is no power that can impede love: “ché nulla cosa gli è incontro possente (for nothing has the power to take him [Love] on” [Savere e cortesia, 13]). (Further discussion of Savere e cortesia within the context of Dante’s long meditation on compulsion and the will may be found in Dante’s Lyric Poetry, cited in Coordinated Reading.)

[28] Dante most forcefully expresses the idea that Love has the power to compel us in the sonnet Io sono stato con Amore insieme, where the poet uses philosophical language and explicitly raises the concept of free will. Dateable to between 1303 and 1306 (thus about a decade after the theologizing of love that takes place in the Vita Nuova), Io sono stato characterizes love as an ineluctable force that overpowers reason and free will: “Però nel cerchio della sua palestra / libero albitrio già mai non fu franco” (So in the sphere of its authority / free will has never been completely free [9–10]). Still more surprising, the poet claims to have experienced this passion for the first time in his ninth year, that is, toward Beatrice:

Io sono stato con Amore insieme
dalla circulazion del sol mia nona,
e so com’egli afrena e come sprona
e come sotto lui si ride e geme.
Chi ragione o virtù contra gli sprieme
fa come que’ che [’n] la tempesta suona ... 
(Io sono stato, 1–6)
I’ve dwelled together with the god of Love
from when the sun had circled back nine times,
and I know how he checks and how he prods
and how one laughs and cries beneath his rule.
Opposing him with force or reason
is like sounding the alarm within a storm ... 
(Richard Lansing trans.)

[29] Dante’s lyric poetry is a laboratory in which we can see him take on and consider differing and antithetical views of love: in some poems he supports the idea that Love is a compulsive force and in others he challenges that idea, insisting on the role of reason. The idea of love as a compulsive force is the ideological foundation of the rime petrose (circa 1296), as it is of the later Io sono stato and of Amor, da che convien pur ch’io mi doglia, the so-called canzone montanina (circa 1306), which features a Cavalcantian view of love as an ineluctable and lethal force. As I have discussed in numerous venues, including the Introduction to my commentary Dante’s Lyric Poetry, Dante works through these various positions in non-linear fashion, not developing along a straight and overdetermined trajectory. For instance, he takes aim at the idea of love as compulsion in Doglia mi reca, a moral canzone written post-exile but before the canzone montanina.

[30] Years prior to the adoption of Aristotle’s example of the wind as a compulsory force for the contrapasso of Inferno 5, Dante had already brought an Aristotelian ethical dimension to his lyric poetry. The canzone Le dolci rime includes a translation of Aristotle’s definition of virtue from the Ethics (see the Commento on Inferno 1, par. 26). Dante’s interest in the regulation of desire by reason leads to a foregrounding of the value of misura, the moderating force that keeps a person hewing to the Aristotelian mean. Over time, and following a non-linear path, Dante becomes passionately invested in the belief that desire can be withstood, that reason can and must triumph.

[31] Moreover, by insisting that reason can triumph over desire, and that the issue is for us to keep our faculties in proper alignment, Dante adopts an Aristotelian template that enables him to withstand the siren call of dualism. For, counter to the tradition of Dante studies that for centuries has insisted on the binary of secular versus divine love, Dante’s template for conceptualizing desire is not dualistic.

[32] Dante does not believe that desire per se is bad. He could not believe that desire is bad and hold, as he writes in Purgatorio 18, that “desire is spiritual motion”: “disire, / ch’è moto spiritale” (Purg. 18.31-32). Desire is the motor that moves us along the path of life, and ultimately, if we make the right choices, to God. We are propelled by desire, whether toward good or toward evil. Thus, Dante is not saying that desire is bad, but that it must be controlled, and that it must be subordinate to reason. This idea, that desire must be kept in check by reason, that reason must be the rider of the horse and not vice versa, is, as we know, crisply stated in Dante’s definition of lust. It is also a nod to the fundamental Aristotelianism that governs all the circles of incontinence in Dante’s Hell.

* * *

[33] We now consider Dante’s deployment of the word “love” — amore — and his requirement that his readers be active interpreters of what they read. Dante-poet creates a virtual reality in which we must be active participants, learning, for instance, to decode who is using the word “amore” correctly and who is not. Dante makes such decoding particularly complex in Inferno 5 by having his protagonist, Francesca, draw on the literary language of love (including, as we have seen above, on Dante’s own earlier literary language of love), using poets and writers as her authorities.

[34] As a result, the lexicon of love and desire features quite prominently in the first canti of Inferno. The word amor[e] appears in Inferno nineteen times, and fourteen occurrences are in the first five canti: three in Inferno 1, one in Inferno 2, one in Inferno 3, and nine in Inferno 5. (We can increase the tally in Inferno 5 to twelve if we add the adjective amorosa in Inferno 5.61 and the two forms of the verb amare that follow the noun Amor in Inferno 5.103: “Amor, ch’a nullo amato amar perdona”.)

[35] Here are all the occurrences of the noun amor/amore in Inferno:

ch’eran con lui quando l’amor divino Inf. 1. 39
vagliami ’l lungo studio e ’l grande amore Inf. 1.83
ma sapïenza, amore e virtute Inf. 1.104
amor mi mosse, che mi fa parlare Inf. 2.72
la somma sapïenza e ’l primo amore Inf. 3.6
L’altra è colei che s’ancise amorosa Inf. 5.61
che con amore al fine combatteo Inf. 5.66
ch’amor di nostra vita dipartille Inf. 5.69
per quello amor che i mena, ed ei verranno Inf. 5.78
Amor, ch’al cor gentil ratto Inf. 5.100
Amor, ch’a nullo amato amar perdona Inf. 5.103
Amor condusse noi ad una morte Inf. 5.106
a che e come concedette amore Inf. 5.119
del nostro amor tu hai cotanto affetto Inf. 5.125
di Lancialotto come amor lo strinse Inf. 5.128
pur lo vinco d’amor che fa natura Inf. 11.56
Per l’altro modo quell’amor s’oblia Inf. 11.61
sentisse amor, per lo qual è chi creda Inf. 12.42
del vecchio padre, né ’l debito amore Inf. 26.95
al padre, fuor del dritto amore, amica Inf. 30.39

[36] In Inferno 1, the word “amore” enters the Commedia for the first time as the divine love that moves the stars. Love is the life force, the force that binds and moves the universe; it is coexistent with intellect and with truth. Therefore, for Dante, that which we can properly call love can never be antithetical to intellect, reason, and truth.

[37] In the moral canzone Doglia mi reca nello core ardire, written post-exile in the first decade of the fourteenth century, Dante had already explained that some call by the name of ‘‘love’’ that which is really mere bestial appetite: “chiamando amore appetito di fera” (calling bestial appetite [by the name] love [Doglia mi reca, 143]). Such people disjoin love and reason, because they believe that love resides ‘‘outside of the garden of reason’’: “e crede amor fuor d’orto di ragione” (147).

[38] Dante’s point in Doglia mi reca, to which he gives dramatic shape through Francesca’s use of the word “amore” in Inferno 5, is that we often misuse the word “love”. Love, properly understood, cannot exist “outside of reason’s garden. For Dante a passion that is antithetical to reason cannot be love.

[39] The souls whom we meet in this canto have all subordinated reason to desire, thus inverting the proper functioning of our human faculties. For Dante, these “carnal sinners” did not experience what he would call “love”. They experienced lust, lussuria. And yet the carnal sinner who speaks to Dante at length, Francesca da Rimini, repeatedly and thrillingly characterizes her experience as “love”.

[40] By granting Francesca the lexicon of love, a vocabulary dominated by the noun amore and the verb amare, Dante scripts a performance and challenges his readers to interpret it. This is dramatic art, in which individual sinners use words that suit them, and not necessarily in a way that agrees with the narrator’s definitions.

[41] Francesca’s performance is heightened by its literary register and by its intertextual resonances. A romantic aura envelops Dante’s encounter as Francesca tells the story of how she fell in love. Her story draws on the language and the style of two quintessentially amorous literary genres: the love lyric, and the Arthurian prose romance. The first part of her account is stylized and abstract and draws on the lyric, while the latter part is more life-like and detailed and draws on the prose romance, in particular on the French Lancelot romance. Most importantly, drawing on these important genres, Dante scripts for his charismatic sinner Francesca a seductive rhetorical power that makes his reader “forget” the definition of lust that he as narrator had so recently provided.

[42] Francesca uses the tenets of the courtly love lyric to ascribe all agency to Love, conjured by her as an imperious and coercive force that she and Paolo could not possibly have resisted or withstood. In her three famous terzine beginning with “Amor” (and in which “Amor” is always the grammatical subject of the verb), she explains that 1) Love compelled Paolo to fall in love with Francesca (100-2), 2) that Love compelled Francesca to reciprocate the love of Paolo (103-5), and 3) that Love led both of them to their deaths (106-8):

[43] Amor, ch’al cor gentil ratto s’apprende / prese costui (Love, that can quickly kindle the gentle heart, / took hold of him)  LOVE COMPELLED PAOLO

Lyric intertexts of note: Francesca conflates two verses from Guido Guinizzelli’s canzone Al cor gentil rempaira sempre amore. Onto Guinizzelli’s incipit, which formulates a causal relationship between love and inborn nobility, she grafts the first verse of his second stanza, ‘‘Foco d’amore in gentil cor s’aprende’’, which introduces the element of love as a kindling fire. Dante’s early sonnet Amore e ’l cor gentil sono una cosa (VN 20) is his first imitation of Al cor gentil.

[44] Amor, ch’a nullo amato amar perdona / mi prese (Love, that releases no beloved from loving, / took hold of me)    LOVE COMPELLED FRANCESCA

Lyric intertexts of note: Giacomo da Lentini’s “como l’amor m’ha priso” and “di tal guisa Amor m’ha vinto” from the canzone Madonna, dir vo voglio, verses 2 and 72; Guido delle Colonne, “si m’ave preso e tolto” from the canzone Ancor che l’aigua, verse 33 and “Amor che vince tutto” from the canzone Amor, che lungiamente, verse 24

[45] Amor condusse noi ad una morte (Love led us to one death)  LOVE COMPELLED BOTH PAOLO & FRANCESCA

Lyric intertexts of note: Guido Cavalcanti, “Di sua potenza segue spesso morte” from the canzone Donna me prega, verse 35 (for the intertextual connections between Donna me prega and Inferno 5, see my essay “Dante and Cavalcanti,” listed in Coordinated Reading)

[46] In the same way that Francesca exploits the love lyric tradition as outlined above, to show that she and Paolo were compelled to do as they did, she later explains that a book, the Lancelot romance, caused Paolo first to kiss her. Indeed, in her account, the book served as the facilitator of their adulterous romantic encounter, which occurred while they were reading it. In the verse “Galeotto fu ’l libro e chi lo scrisse” (a Gallehault indeed, that book and he who wrote it [Inf. 5.137]), Francesca literally blames the book that she and Paolo were reading for their liaison: the book made us do it! The book is said, through complex literary resonance, to have behaved like Gallehault, the character in the Lancelot romance who facilitated the first kiss between Lancelot and Guinevere. The book “and he who wrote it” — the book’s author — are thus responsible for her first adulterous kiss.

[47] In all this, we see how Dante continues to draw our attention to the profoundly mistaken idea that love comports lack of free will, an idea promoted by the literature of the courtly tradition in both its lyric and romance forms.

* * *

[48] Onto a discourse dealing with the ethics of desire, crafted of both vernacular and classical antecedents and focused on the question of whether we can be compelled by passion, Dante has layered a discourse about reading and interpretation: Francesca implicates her reading in her moral life. As readers of Inferno 5 we too have to confront reading as a moral act, for we have the task of reading and interpreting the canto and deciding whether to faint (metaphorically) at the end of Francesca’s speech, as the pilgrim does literally.

[49] Dante-author, who as a young poet had written the very kind of love poetry that Francesca is here quoting, creates a dramatic scene at the end of the canto in which Dante-protagonist is unable to keep a critical distance from Francesca and her story. Dante-protagonist “falls for her”, literally, falling down in a dead faint in the canto’s last verse: “E caddi come corpo morto cade” (And then I fell as a dead body falls [Inf. 5.142]). The pilgrim swoons on the floor of Hell, in a vivid enactment of the Cavalcantian “love” that leads to death: “Amor condusse noi ad una morte” (Love led us to one death [Inf. 5.106]).

[50] The idea of a love that leads to death is pervasive in medieval lyric and romance, but its most philosophically sophisticated exponent is Dante’s “first friend” and contemporary, Guido Cavalcanti. Dante is here evoking the Cavalcantian love that held sway over him in an earlier phase of his lyric development (see, for instance, my discussion of the canzone Lo doloroso amor in Dante’s Lyric Poetry). As discussed above, a complex developmental trajectory is invoked in Inferno 5, one that goes all the way back to the tenzoni with Dante da Maiano and that passes through the Sicilian, Guinizzellian, and Cavalcantian phases of his poetics. These phases were mapped in the Vita Nuova long before being mapped in Inferno 5 (see Dante’s Poets and Dante’s Lyric Poetry).

[51] While in the Vita Nuova the turn to Guinizzelli frees the young Dante from Cavalcanti, Inferno 5 offers an autobiographically truer assessment: of his contemporaries, Cavalcanti exerts the greatest hold on Dante’s imagination.

[52] In this developmental trajectory, Dante arrived at his mature moral formulation of the interaction between passion and reason in the moral canzone Dogia mi reca, where love must belong “to reason’s garden” in order to be called “love”. As we have seen, the final stanza of Doglia mi reca adumbrates one of the fundamental issues of Inferno 5, namely whether the use of the name “love” is sufficient guarantee that we are in fact talking of love. Dante is concerned with human desire, but also with how we use language when we deal with desire. Francesca talks repeatedly of “love”, but the narrator instructs us otherwise, telling us that we will encounter in this circle not lovers but “carnal sinners, / who subjugate reason to desire” (Inf. 5.38-39).

[53] Similarly, Doglia mi reca raises the possibility that someone who desires — a woman who desires, no less — can define love in a self-serving way, can justify her actions by calling her appetite by the name of love. As with Francesca, although the lady of the canzone may use the word amore, she misapplies the signifier, for the impulse that grips her is a “bestial appetite” that she dignifies with the name “love”: “chiamando amore appetito di fera” (calling love [what is]  bestial appetite [Doglia mi reca, 143]). In the canzone, this lady is doomed to perish, to perdition: “Oh cotal donna pera” (O let such a woman perish [Doglia mi reca, 144]).

[54] In Inferno 5, as in the great medieval romances and in much lyric poetry, particularly that of Dante’s best friend Guido Cavalcanti, love is that which leads to death. For Cavalcanti, love leads to death precisely because it is disjoined from reason and intellect, a disjunction that Cavalcanti theorizes in his highly technical philosophical canzone Donna me prega. The love of which Cavalcanti wrote in Danna me prega is literally death-inducing: ‘‘Di sua potenza segue spesso morte’’ (From love’s power death often follows [35]). Guido’s love leads to death. For Dante, what Guido calls love cannot truly be love.

[55] Dante broke with Cavalcanti and other vernacular precursors when he theologized the beloved in the early canzone Donne ch’avete intelletto d’amore (VN 19). He broke with Cavalcanti even more thoroughly when he theorized a love that belongs “in reason’s garden” in the canzone Doglia mi reca. The positing of a love that is aligned with reason in Doglia mi reca, grafted onto the theologized courtliness of Donne ch’avete and onto the idea of consolation in the canzone of mourning Li occhi dolenti (VN 31), leads to the salvific love that moved Beatrice to come to Dante’s aid in Inferno 2: “amor mi mosse, che mi fa parlare” (love moved me, and makes me speak [Inf. 2.72]).

[57] For the mature Dante, what Francesca and Cavalcanti call love is not love at all. As the canzone Doglia mi reca affirms, love grows in reason’s garden. In the absence of reason and absent the excercise of free will, there can be no love.

[58] Contrary to all Francesca’s romantic and seductive language, love has nothing to do with it.

 

[1] I first systematically used vision literature as a benchmark for thinking about Inferno 5 in my 1998 essay “Dante and Cavalcanti (On Making Distinctions in Matters of Love): Inferno 5 in Its Lyric and Autobiographical Context”, and I similarly used the Last Judgments of Giotto and Taddeo di Bartolo in my 2011 essay “Dante’s Sympathy for the Other, or the Non-Stereotyping Imagination: Sexual and Racialized Others in the Commedia”; see Coordinated Reading.

[2] The possible exception would be the treatment of the thieves, to be discussed in Inferno 24 and 25 of this Commento.

[3] Castelvetro’s comments, cited in “Minos’s Tail”, may be found in Sposizione di Lodovico Castelvetro a xxix Canti dell’‘Inferno’ dantesco (Modena: Società tipografica, 1886), 73.

[4] See “Dante and Aristotle on Voluntary and Involuntary Action: Nicomachean Ethics 3.1 in Inferno 5 and Paradiso 3–5”, listed in Coordinated Reading.

 

Coordinated Reading

“Minos’s Tail: The Labor of Devising Hell (Aeneid 6.431–33 and Inferno 5.1–24),” 1996, rpt. Dante and the Origins of Italian Literary Culture (New York: Fordham University Press, 2006), pp. 132-150; “Dante and Cavalcanti (On Making Distinctions in Matters of Love): Inferno 5 in Its Lyric and Autobiographical Context,” 1998, rpt. Dante and the Origins of Italian Literary Culture, pp. 70-101; “Dante and Francesca da Rimini: Realpolitik, Romance, Gender,” 2000, rpt. Dante and the Origins of Italian Literary Culture, pp. 304-32; “Francesca da Rimini”, in The Dante Encyclopedia, ed. R. Lansing (New York and London: Garland Publishing, 2000), pp. 409-14; “Dante Alighieri,” in Women and Gender in Medieval Europe: An Encyclopedia, ed. Margaret Schaus (New York and London: Routledge, 2006), pp. 190-192; “Dante’s Sympathy for the Other, or the Non-Stereotyping Imagination: Sexual and Racialized Others in the Commedia,” Critica del testo 14 (2011): 177-204, rpt. Dante’s Multitudes: History, Philosophy, Method (South Bend: Notre Dame UP, 2022), pp. 22-44; “Aristotle’s Mezzo, Courtly Misura, and Dante’s Canzone Le dolci rime: Humanism, Ethics, and Social Anxiety,” in Dante and the Greeks, ed. Jan Ziolkowski (Cambridge: Harvard University Press, 2014), pp. 163-79, rpt. Dante’s Multitudes: History, Philosophy, Method, pp. 183-202; Dante’s Lyric Poetry: Poems of Youth and of the Vita Nuova (Toronto: University of Toronto Press, 2014); “Dante and Aristotle on Voluntary and Involuntary Action: Nicomachean Ethics 3.1 in Inferno 5 and Paradiso 3–5”, Textual Cultures 16 (2023); Eileen Gardiner, ed. Visions of Heaven and Hell before Dante (New York: Italica Press, 1989); Anna Derbes and Mark Sandona, The Usurer’s Heart: Giotto, Enrico Scrovegni, and the Arena Chapel in Padua (University Park, Pennsylvania State University Press, 2008); Anna Derbes and Mark Sandona, “Barren Metal and the Fruitful Womb: The Program of Giotto's Arena Chapel in Padua,” The Art Bulletin 80 (1998): 274-91.

1Così discesi del cerchio primaio
2giù nel secondo, che men loco cinghia
3e tanto più dolor, che punge a guaio.

4Stavvi Minòs orribilmente, e ringhia:
5essamina le colpe ne l’intrata;
6giudica e manda secondo ch’avvinghia.

7Dico che quando l’anima mal nata
8li vien dinanzi, tutta si confessa;
9e quel conoscitor de le peccata

10vede qual loco d’inferno è da essa;
11cignesi con la coda tante volte
12quantunque gradi vuol che giù sia messa.

13Sempre dinanzi a lui ne stanno molte:
14vanno a vicenda ciascuna al giudizio,
15dicono e odono e poi son giù volte.

16«O tu che vieni al doloroso ospizio»,
17disse Minòs a me quando mi vide,
18lasciando l’atto di cotanto offizio,

19«guarda com’ entri e di cui tu ti fide;
20non t’inganni l’ampiezza de l’intrare!».
21E ’l duca mio a lui: «Perché pur gride?

22Non impedir lo suo fatale andare:
23vuolsi così colà dove si puote
24ciò che si vuole, e più non dimandare».

25Or incomincian le dolenti note
26a farmisi sentire; or son venuto
27là dove molto pianto mi percuote.

28Io venni in loco d’ogne luce muto,
29che mugghia come fa mar per tempesta,
30se da contrari venti è combattuto.

31La bufera infernal, che mai non resta,
32mena li spirti con la sua rapina;
33voltando e percotendo li molesta.

34Quando giungon davanti a la ruina,
35quivi le strida, il compianto, il lamento;
36bestemmian quivi la virtù divina.

37Intesi ch’a così fatto tormento
38enno dannati i peccator carnali,
39che la ragion sommettono al talento.

40E come li stornei ne portan l’ali
41nel freddo tempo, a schiera larga e piena,
42così quel fiato li spiriti mali

43di qua, di là, di giù, di sù li mena;
44nulla speranza li conforta mai,
45non che di posa, ma di minor pena.

46E come i gru van cantando lor lai,
47faccendo in aere di sé lunga riga,
48così vid’ io venir, traendo guai,

49ombre portate da la detta briga;
50per ch’i’ dissi: «Maestro, chi son quelle
51genti che l’aura nera sì gastiga?».

52«La prima di color di cui novelle
53tu vuo’ saper», mi disse quelli allotta,
54«fu imperadrice di molte favelle.

55A vizio di lussuria fu sì rotta,
56che libito fé licito in sua legge,
57per tòrre il biasmo in che era condotta.

58Ell’ è Semiramìs, di cui si legge
59che succedette a Nino e fu sua sposa:
60tenne la terra che ’l Soldan corregge.

61L’altra è colei che s’ancise amorosa,
62e ruppe fede al cener di Sicheo;
63poi è Cleopatràs lussurïosa.

64Elena vedi, per cui tanto reo
65tempo si volse, e vedi ’l grande Achille,
66che con amore al fine combatteo.

67Vedi Parìs, Tristano»; e più di mille
68ombre mostrommi e nominommi a dito,
69ch’amor di nostra vita dipartille.

70Poscia ch’io ebbi ’l mio dottore udito
71nomar le donne antiche e ’ cavalieri,
72pietà mi giunse, e fui quasi smarrito.

73I’ cominciai: «Poeta, volontieri
74parlerei a quei due che ’nsieme vanno,
75e paion sì al vento esser leggeri».

76Ed elli a me: «Vedrai quando saranno
77più presso a noi; e tu allor li priega
78per quello amor che i mena, ed ei verranno».

79Sì tosto come il vento a noi li piega,
80mossi la voce: «O anime affannate,
81venite a noi parlar, s’altri nol niega!».

82Quali colombe dal disio chiamate
83con l’ali alzate e ferme al dolce nido
84vegnon per l’aere, dal voler portate;

85cotali uscir de la schiera ov’ è Dido,
86a noi venendo per l’aere maligno,
87sì forte fu l’affettüoso grido.

88«O animal grazïoso e benigno
89che visitando vai per l’aere perso
90noi che tignemmo il mondo di sanguigno,

91se fosse amico il re de l’universo,
92noi pregheremmo lui de la tua pace,
93poi c’hai pietà del nostro mal perverso.

94Di quel che udire e che parlar vi piace,
95noi udiremo e parleremo a voi,
96mentre che ’l vento, come fa, ci tace.

97Siede la terra dove nata fui
98su la marina dove ’l Po discende
99per aver pace co’ seguaci sui.

100Amor, ch’al cor gentil ratto s’apprende,
101prese costui de la bella persona
102che mi fu tolta; e ’l modo ancor m’offende.

103Amor, ch’a nullo amato amar perdona,
104mi prese del costui piacer sì forte,
105che, come vedi, ancor non m’abbandona.

106Amor condusse noi ad una morte.
107Caina attende chi a vita ci spense».
108Queste parole da lor ci fuor porte.

109Quand’ io intesi quell’ anime offense,
110china’ il viso, e tanto il tenni basso,
111fin che ’l poeta mi disse: «Che pense?».

112Quando rispuosi, cominciai: «Oh lasso,
113quanti dolci pensier, quanto disio
114menò costoro al doloroso passo!».

115Poi mi rivolsi a loro e parla’ io,
116e cominciai: «Francesca, i tuoi martìri
117a lagrimar mi fanno tristo e pio.

118Ma dimmi: al tempo d’i dolci sospiri,
119a che e come concedette amore
120che conosceste i dubbiosi disiri?».

121E quella a me: «Nessun maggior dolore
122che ricordarsi del tempo felice
123ne la miseria; e ciò sa ’l tuo dottore.

124Ma s’a conoscer la prima radice
125del nostro amor tu hai cotanto affetto,
126dirò come colui che piange e dice.

127Noi leggiavamo un giorno per diletto
128di Lancialotto come amor lo strinse;
129soli eravamo e sanza alcun sospetto.

130Per più fïate li occhi ci sospinse
131quella lettura, e scolorocci il viso;
132ma solo un punto fu quel che ci vinse.

133Quando leggemmo il disïato riso
134esser basciato da cotanto amante,
135questi, che mai da me non fia diviso,

136la bocca mi basciò tutto tremante.
137Galeotto fu ’l libro e chi lo scrisse:
138quel giorno più non vi leggemmo avante».

139Mentre che l’uno spirto questo disse,
140l’altro piangëa; sì che di pietade
141io venni men così com’ io morisse.

142E caddi come corpo morto cade.

So I descended from the first enclosure
down to the second circle, that which girdles
less space but grief more great, that goads to weeping.

There dreadful Minos stands, gnashing his teeth:
examining the sins of those who enter,
he judges and assigns as his tail twines.

I mean that when the spirit born to evil
appears before him, it confesses all;
and he, the connoisseur of sin, can tell

the depth in Hell appropriate to it;
as many times as Minos wraps his tail
around himself, that marks the sinner’s level.

Always there is a crowd that stands before him:
each soul in turn advances toward that judgment;
they speak and hear, then they are cast below.

Arresting his extraordinary task,
Minos, as soon as he had seen me, said:
“O you who reach this house of suffering,

be careful how you enter, whom you trust;
the gate is wide, but do not be deceived!”
To which my guide replied: “But why protest?

Do not attempt to block his fated path:
our passage has been willed above, where One
can do what He has willed; and ask no more.”

Now notes of desperation have begun
to overtake my hearing; now I come
where mighty lamentation beats against me.

I reached a place where every light is muted,
which bellows like the sea beneath a tempest,
when it is battered by opposing winds.

The hellish hurricane, which never rests,
drives on the spirits with its violence:
wheeling and pounding, it harasses them.

When they come up against the ruined slope,
then there are cries and wailing and lament,
and there they curse the force of the divine.

I learned that those who undergo this torment
are damned because they sinned within the flesh,
subjecting reason to the rule of lust.

And as, in the cold season, starlings’ wings
bear them along in broad and crowded ranks
so does that blast bear on the guilty spirits:

now here, now there, now down, now up, it drives them.
There is no hope that ever comforts them—
no hope for rest and none for lesser pain.

And just as cranes in flight will chant their lays,
arraying their long file across the air,
so did the shades I saw approaching, borne

by that assailing wind, lament and moan;
so that I asked him: “Master, who are those
who suffer punishment in this dark air?”

“The first of those about whose history
you want to know,” my master then told me
“once ruled as empress over many nations.

Her vice of lust became so customary
that she made license licit in her laws
to free her from the scandal she had caused.

She is Semiramis, of whom we read
that she was Ninus’ wife and his successor:
she held the land the Sultan now commands.

That other spirit killed herself for love,
and she betrayed the ashes of Sychaeus;
the wanton Cleopatra follows next.

See Helen, for whose sake so many years
of evil had to pass; see great Achilles,
who finally met love-in his last battle.

See Paris, Tristan . . .”—and he pointed out
and named to me more than a thousand shades
departed from our life because of love.

No sooner had I heard my teacher name
the ancient ladies and the knights, than pity
seized me, and I was like a man astray.

My first words: “Poet, I should willingly
speak with those two who go together there
and seem so lightly carried by the wind.”

And he to me: “You’ll see when they draw closer
to us, and then you may appeal to them
by that love which impels them. They will come.”

No sooner had the wind bent them toward us
than I urged on my voice: “O battered souls
if One does not forbid it, speak with us.”

Even as doves when summoned by desire,
borne forward by their will, move through the air
with wings uplifted, still, to their sweet nest,

those spirits left the ranks where Dido suffers
approaching us through the malignant air;
so powerful had been my loving cry.

“O living being, gracious and benign,
who through the darkened air have come to visit
our souls that stained the world with blood, if He

who rules the universe were friend to us
then we should pray to Him to give you peace
for you have pitied our atrocious state.

Whatever pleases you to hear and speak
will please us, too, to hear and speak with you,
now while the wind is silent, in this place.

The land where I was born lies on that shore
to which the Po together with the waters
that follow it descends to final rest.

Love, that can quickly seize the gentle heart,
took hold of him because of the fair body
taken from me—how that was done still wounds me.

Love, that releases no beloved from loving,
took hold of me so strongly through his beauty
that, as you see, it has not left me yet.

Love led the two of us unto one death.
Caina waits for him who took our life.”
These words were borne across from them to us.

When I had listened to those injured souls,
I bent my head and held it low until
the poet asked of me: “What are you thinking?”

When I replied, my words began: “Alas,
how many gentle thoughts, how deep a longing,
had led them to the agonizing pass!”

Then I addressed my speech again to them,
and I began: “Francesca, your afflictions
move me to tears of sorrow and of pity.

But tell me, in the time of gentle sighs,
with what and in what way did Love allow you
to recognize your still uncertain longings?”

And she to me: “There is no greater sorrow
than thinking back upon a happy time
in misery—and this your teacher knows.

Yet if you long so much to understand
the first root of our love, then I shall tell
my tale to you as one who weeps and speaks.

One day, to pass the time away, we read
of Lancelot—how love had overcome him.
We were alone, and we suspected nothing.

And time and time again that reading led
our eyes to meet, and made our faces pale,
and yet one point alone defeated us.

When we had read how the desired smile
was kissed by one who was so true a lover,
this one, who never shall be parted from me,

while all his body trembled, kissed my mouth.
A Gallehault indeed, that book and he
who wrote it, too; that day we read no more.”

And while one spirit said these words to me,
the other wept, so that—because of pity—
I fainted, as if I had met my death.

And then I fell as a dead body falls.

THUS I descended out of the first circle
Down to the second, that less space begirds,
And so much greater dole, that goads to wailing.

There standeth Minos horribly, and snarls;
Examines the transgressions at the entrance;
Judges, and sends according as he girds him.

I say, that when the spirit evil—born
Cometh before him, wholly it confesses;
And this discriminator of transgressions

Seeth what place in Hell is meet for it;
Girds himself with his tail as many times
As grades he wishes it should be thrust down.

Always before him many of them stand;
They go by turns each one unto the judgment;
They speak, and hear, and then are downward hurled.

“O thou, that to this dolorous hostelry
Comest,”said Minos to me, when he saw me,
Leaving the practice of so great an office,

“Look how thou enterest, and in whom thou trustest;
Let not the portal’s amplitude deceive thee.”
And unto him my Guide: “Why criest thou too?

Do not impede his journey fate—ordained;
It is so willed there where is power to go
That which is willed; and ask no further question.”

And now begin the dolesome notes to grow
Audible unto me, now am I come
There where much lamentation strikes upon me.

I came into a place mute of all light,
Which bellows as the sea does in a tempest,
If by opposing winds ‘t is combated.

The infernal hurricane that never rests
Hurtles the spirits onward in its rapine;
Whirling them round, and smiting, it molests them.

When they arrive before the precipice,
There are the shrieks, the plaints, and the laments,
There they blaspheme the puissance divine.

I understood that unto such a torment
The carnal malefactors were condemned,
Who reason subjugate to appetite.

And as the wings of starlings bear them on
In the cold season in large band and full,
So doth that blast the spirits maledict;

It hither, thither, downward, upward, drives them;
No hope doth comfort them for evermore,
Not of repose, but even of lesser pain.

And as the cranes go chanting forth their lays,
Making in air a long line of themselves,
So saw I coming, uttering lamentations,

Shadows borne onward by the aforesaid stress.
Whereupon said I: “Master, who are those
People, whom the black air so castigates?”

“The first of those, of whom intelligence
Thou fain wouldst have, “then said he unto me,
“The empress was of many languages.

To sensual vices she was so abandoned,
That lustful she made licit in her law,
To remove the blame to which she had been led.

She is Semiramis of whom we read
That she succeeded Ninus, and was his spouse;
She held the land which now the Sultan rules.

The next is she who killed herself for love,
And broke faith with the ashes of Sichcaeus;
Then Cleopatra the voluptuous.”

Helen I saw, for whom so many ruthless
Seasons revolved; and saw the great Achilles,
Who at the last hour combated with Love

Paris I saw, Tristan; and more than a thousand
Shades did he name and point out with his finger,
Whom Love had separated from our life.

After that I had listened to my Teacher,
Naming the dames of eld and cavaliers,
Pity prevailed, and I was nigh bewildered.

And I began: “O Poet, willingly
Speak would I to those two, who go together,
And seem upon the wind to be so light.”

And, he to me: “Thou’lt mark, when they shall be
Nearer to us; and then do thou implore them
By love which leadeth them, and they will come.”

Soon as the wind in our direction sways them,
My voice uplift I: “O ye weary souls !
Come speak to us, if no one interdicts it.”

As turtle—doves, called onward by desire,
With open and steady wings to the sweet nest
Fly through the air by their volition borne,

So came they from the band where Dido is,
Approaching us athwart the air malign,
So strong was the affectionate appeal.

“O living creature gracious and benignant,
Who visiting goest through the purple air
Us, who have stained the world incarnadine,

If were the King of the Universe our friend,
We would pray unto him to give thee peace,
Since thou hast pity on our woe perverse.

Of what it pleases thee to hear and speak,
That will we hear, and we will speak to you,
While silent is the wind, as it is now.

Sitteth the city, wherein I was born,
Upon the sea—shore where the Po descends
To rest in peace with all his retinue.

Love, that on gentle heart doth swiftly seize,
Seized this man for the person beautiful
That was ta’en from me, and still the mode offends me.

Love, that exempts no one beloved from loving,
Seized me with pleasure of this man so strongly,
That, as thou seest, it doth not yet desert me;

Love has conducted us unto one death;
Caina waiteth him who quenched our life !”
These words were borne along from them to us.

As soon as I had heard those souls tormented,
I bowed my face, and so long held it down
Until the Poet said to me: “What thinkest ?”

When I made answer, I began: “Alas !
How many pleasant thoughts, how much desire,
Conducted these unto the dolorous pass !”

Then unto them I turned me, and I spake,
And I began: “Thine agonies, Francesca,
Sad and compassionate to weeping make me.

But tell me, at the time of those sweet sighs,
By what and in what manner Love conceded,
That you should know your dubious desires?”

And she to me: “There is no greater sorrow
Than to be mindful of the happy time
In misery, and that thy Teacher knows.

But, if to recognise the earliest root
Of love in us thou hast so great desire,
I will do even as he who weeps and speaks.

One day we reading were for our delight
Of Launcelot, how Love did him enthral.
Alone we were and without any fear.

Full many a time our eyes together drew
That reading, and drove the colour from our faces;
But one point only was it that o’ercame us.

When as we read of the much—longed—for smile
Being by such a noble lover kissed,
This one, who ne’er from me shall be divided,

Kissed me upon the mouth all palpitating.
Galeotto was the book and he who wrote it.
That day no farther did we read therein.”

And all the while one spirit uttered this,
The other one did weep so, that, for pity,
I swooned away as if I had been dying,

And fell, even as a dead body falls.

So I descended from the first enclosure
down to the second circle, that which girdles
less space but grief more great, that goads to weeping.

There dreadful Minos stands, gnashing his teeth:
examining the sins of those who enter,
he judges and assigns as his tail twines.

I mean that when the spirit born to evil
appears before him, it confesses all;
and he, the connoisseur of sin, can tell

the depth in Hell appropriate to it;
as many times as Minos wraps his tail
around himself, that marks the sinner’s level.

Always there is a crowd that stands before him:
each soul in turn advances toward that judgment;
they speak and hear, then they are cast below.

Arresting his extraordinary task,
Minos, as soon as he had seen me, said:
“O you who reach this house of suffering,

be careful how you enter, whom you trust;
the gate is wide, but do not be deceived!”
To which my guide replied: “But why protest?

Do not attempt to block his fated path:
our passage has been willed above, where One
can do what He has willed; and ask no more.”

Now notes of desperation have begun
to overtake my hearing; now I come
where mighty lamentation beats against me.

I reached a place where every light is muted,
which bellows like the sea beneath a tempest,
when it is battered by opposing winds.

The hellish hurricane, which never rests,
drives on the spirits with its violence:
wheeling and pounding, it harasses them.

When they come up against the ruined slope,
then there are cries and wailing and lament,
and there they curse the force of the divine.

I learned that those who undergo this torment
are damned because they sinned within the flesh,
subjecting reason to the rule of lust.

And as, in the cold season, starlings’ wings
bear them along in broad and crowded ranks
so does that blast bear on the guilty spirits:

now here, now there, now down, now up, it drives them.
There is no hope that ever comforts them—
no hope for rest and none for lesser pain.

And just as cranes in flight will chant their lays,
arraying their long file across the air,
so did the shades I saw approaching, borne

by that assailing wind, lament and moan;
so that I asked him: “Master, who are those
who suffer punishment in this dark air?”

“The first of those about whose history
you want to know,” my master then told me
“once ruled as empress over many nations.

Her vice of lust became so customary
that she made license licit in her laws
to free her from the scandal she had caused.

She is Semiramis, of whom we read
that she was Ninus’ wife and his successor:
she held the land the Sultan now commands.

That other spirit killed herself for love,
and she betrayed the ashes of Sychaeus;
the wanton Cleopatra follows next.

See Helen, for whose sake so many years
of evil had to pass; see great Achilles,
who finally met love-in his last battle.

See Paris, Tristan . . .”—and he pointed out
and named to me more than a thousand shades
departed from our life because of love.

No sooner had I heard my teacher name
the ancient ladies and the knights, than pity
seized me, and I was like a man astray.

My first words: “Poet, I should willingly
speak with those two who go together there
and seem so lightly carried by the wind.”

And he to me: “You’ll see when they draw closer
to us, and then you may appeal to them
by that love which impels them. They will come.”

No sooner had the wind bent them toward us
than I urged on my voice: “O battered souls
if One does not forbid it, speak with us.”

Even as doves when summoned by desire,
borne forward by their will, move through the air
with wings uplifted, still, to their sweet nest,

those spirits left the ranks where Dido suffers
approaching us through the malignant air;
so powerful had been my loving cry.

“O living being, gracious and benign,
who through the darkened air have come to visit
our souls that stained the world with blood, if He

who rules the universe were friend to us
then we should pray to Him to give you peace
for you have pitied our atrocious state.

Whatever pleases you to hear and speak
will please us, too, to hear and speak with you,
now while the wind is silent, in this place.

The land where I was born lies on that shore
to which the Po together with the waters
that follow it descends to final rest.

Love, that can quickly seize the gentle heart,
took hold of him because of the fair body
taken from me—how that was done still wounds me.

Love, that releases no beloved from loving,
took hold of me so strongly through his beauty
that, as you see, it has not left me yet.

Love led the two of us unto one death.
Caina waits for him who took our life.”
These words were borne across from them to us.

When I had listened to those injured souls,
I bent my head and held it low until
the poet asked of me: “What are you thinking?”

When I replied, my words began: “Alas,
how many gentle thoughts, how deep a longing,
had led them to the agonizing pass!”

Then I addressed my speech again to them,
and I began: “Francesca, your afflictions
move me to tears of sorrow and of pity.

But tell me, in the time of gentle sighs,
with what and in what way did Love allow you
to recognize your still uncertain longings?”

And she to me: “There is no greater sorrow
than thinking back upon a happy time
in misery—and this your teacher knows.

Yet if you long so much to understand
the first root of our love, then I shall tell
my tale to you as one who weeps and speaks.

One day, to pass the time away, we read
of Lancelot—how love had overcome him.
We were alone, and we suspected nothing.

And time and time again that reading led
our eyes to meet, and made our faces pale,
and yet one point alone defeated us.

When we had read how the desired smile
was kissed by one who was so true a lover,
this one, who never shall be parted from me,

while all his body trembled, kissed my mouth.
A Gallehault indeed, that book and he
who wrote it, too; that day we read no more.”

And while one spirit said these words to me,
the other wept, so that—because of pity—
I fainted, as if I had met my death.

And then I fell as a dead body falls.

THUS I descended out of the first circle
Down to the second, that less space begirds,
And so much greater dole, that goads to wailing.

There standeth Minos horribly, and snarls;
Examines the transgressions at the entrance;
Judges, and sends according as he girds him.

I say, that when the spirit evil—born
Cometh before him, wholly it confesses;
And this discriminator of transgressions

Seeth what place in Hell is meet for it;
Girds himself with his tail as many times
As grades he wishes it should be thrust down.

Always before him many of them stand;
They go by turns each one unto the judgment;
They speak, and hear, and then are downward hurled.

“O thou, that to this dolorous hostelry
Comest,”said Minos to me, when he saw me,
Leaving the practice of so great an office,

“Look how thou enterest, and in whom thou trustest;
Let not the portal’s amplitude deceive thee.”
And unto him my Guide: “Why criest thou too?

Do not impede his journey fate—ordained;
It is so willed there where is power to go
That which is willed; and ask no further question.”

And now begin the dolesome notes to grow
Audible unto me, now am I come
There where much lamentation strikes upon me.

I came into a place mute of all light,
Which bellows as the sea does in a tempest,
If by opposing winds ‘t is combated.

The infernal hurricane that never rests
Hurtles the spirits onward in its rapine;
Whirling them round, and smiting, it molests them.

When they arrive before the precipice,
There are the shrieks, the plaints, and the laments,
There they blaspheme the puissance divine.

I understood that unto such a torment
The carnal malefactors were condemned,
Who reason subjugate to appetite.

And as the wings of starlings bear them on
In the cold season in large band and full,
So doth that blast the spirits maledict;

It hither, thither, downward, upward, drives them;
No hope doth comfort them for evermore,
Not of repose, but even of lesser pain.

And as the cranes go chanting forth their lays,
Making in air a long line of themselves,
So saw I coming, uttering lamentations,

Shadows borne onward by the aforesaid stress.
Whereupon said I: “Master, who are those
People, whom the black air so castigates?”

“The first of those, of whom intelligence
Thou fain wouldst have, “then said he unto me,
“The empress was of many languages.

To sensual vices she was so abandoned,
That lustful she made licit in her law,
To remove the blame to which she had been led.

She is Semiramis of whom we read
That she succeeded Ninus, and was his spouse;
She held the land which now the Sultan rules.

The next is she who killed herself for love,
And broke faith with the ashes of Sichcaeus;
Then Cleopatra the voluptuous.”

Helen I saw, for whom so many ruthless
Seasons revolved; and saw the great Achilles,
Who at the last hour combated with Love

Paris I saw, Tristan; and more than a thousand
Shades did he name and point out with his finger,
Whom Love had separated from our life.

After that I had listened to my Teacher,
Naming the dames of eld and cavaliers,
Pity prevailed, and I was nigh bewildered.

And I began: “O Poet, willingly
Speak would I to those two, who go together,
And seem upon the wind to be so light.”

And, he to me: “Thou’lt mark, when they shall be
Nearer to us; and then do thou implore them
By love which leadeth them, and they will come.”

Soon as the wind in our direction sways them,
My voice uplift I: “O ye weary souls !
Come speak to us, if no one interdicts it.”

As turtle—doves, called onward by desire,
With open and steady wings to the sweet nest
Fly through the air by their volition borne,

So came they from the band where Dido is,
Approaching us athwart the air malign,
So strong was the affectionate appeal.

“O living creature gracious and benignant,
Who visiting goest through the purple air
Us, who have stained the world incarnadine,

If were the King of the Universe our friend,
We would pray unto him to give thee peace,
Since thou hast pity on our woe perverse.

Of what it pleases thee to hear and speak,
That will we hear, and we will speak to you,
While silent is the wind, as it is now.

Sitteth the city, wherein I was born,
Upon the sea—shore where the Po descends
To rest in peace with all his retinue.

Love, that on gentle heart doth swiftly seize,
Seized this man for the person beautiful
That was ta’en from me, and still the mode offends me.

Love, that exempts no one beloved from loving,
Seized me with pleasure of this man so strongly,
That, as thou seest, it doth not yet desert me;

Love has conducted us unto one death;
Caina waiteth him who quenched our life !”
These words were borne along from them to us.

As soon as I had heard those souls tormented,
I bowed my face, and so long held it down
Until the Poet said to me: “What thinkest ?”

When I made answer, I began: “Alas !
How many pleasant thoughts, how much desire,
Conducted these unto the dolorous pass !”

Then unto them I turned me, and I spake,
And I began: “Thine agonies, Francesca,
Sad and compassionate to weeping make me.

But tell me, at the time of those sweet sighs,
By what and in what manner Love conceded,
That you should know your dubious desires?”

And she to me: “There is no greater sorrow
Than to be mindful of the happy time
In misery, and that thy Teacher knows.

But, if to recognise the earliest root
Of love in us thou hast so great desire,
I will do even as he who weeps and speaks.

One day we reading were for our delight
Of Launcelot, how Love did him enthral.
Alone we were and without any fear.

Full many a time our eyes together drew
That reading, and drove the colour from our faces;
But one point only was it that o’ercame us.

When as we read of the much—longed—for smile
Being by such a noble lover kissed,
This one, who ne’er from me shall be divided,

Kissed me upon the mouth all palpitating.
Galeotto was the book and he who wrote it.
That day no farther did we read therein.”

And all the while one spirit uttered this,
The other one did weep so, that, for pity,
I swooned away as if I had been dying,

And fell, even as a dead body falls.

Related video

View all lecture videos on the Dante Course page.

Reading by Francesco Bausi: Inferno 5

For more readings by Francesco Bausi, see the Bausi Readings page.