Dante makes a poignant point (pardon me
the etymological redundance)
about Virgil that describes artfully,
I believe, the nature of our romance:
Facesti come quei che va di notte,
che porta il lume dietro e sé non giova
ma dopo sé fa le persone dotte –
You illumined my path, my Vita Nuova!
You showed me that Golden Ages can be,
and that letters are truer than the law
in the eyes of the Truth you could not see,
that sacrificed you with a crosscut saw:
Will some sweet Beatrix take me from here?
I have to look back; my path is now clear.