>>120490247I came to the place of every silent light,
that lowers like a storm does,
if it is fought by contrary winds.
The infernal storm, which never remains,
leads the spirits with his robbery;
turning and beating harasses them.
When they come before the ruin,
there the screams, the lamentation, the lament;
blasphemy divine virtue there.
I understood that in this torment
and carnal sinners are damned,
that reason add to talent.
And how the starlings carry their wings
in cold weather, in a wide and full host,
so that breath the evil spirits
here, there, below, above leads them;
no hope ever comforts them,
not that of pose, but of less pain.
And as the cranes go singing lor lai,
making a long line in the air,
so I saw myself coming, drawing trouble,
