By Erick Kelemen
Nel mezzo del cammin di nostra vita
mi ritrovai per una selva oscura,
ché la diritta via era smarrita.
(In the middle of the journey of our life
I found myself in a dark forest,
For the straight path was lost.)
I’m having a terrible time re-reading Dante’s Inferno. I am in the middle of my life (knock wood) and I’ve known that lost feeling as well as anyone. So, this poem should speak to me even more than when I was younger. Years ago, when I taught it, it was among my favorites. Now, I want to consign it to the heap—not even to a purgatory for books I might one day return to.
Before, even where I did not agree with it, I could praise its artfulness and complexities. Now, I am unable to suspend my own moral code long enough to do so.