Dante's Divine Comedy: Paradiso

Canto XXIII

Beatrice and Dante look up expectantly at the sky's zenith. The vision of Christ, flanked by the Saints of the Church Triumphant, descends and shines its rays over the Garden of Triumph, the mystic rose of the Virgin Mary and the lilies of the Apostles. Christ shows mercy on Dante's feeble senses by withdrawing from direct view and casting his light from above: Dante can now sustain Beatrice's smile of bliss and is able to fix his eyes on the Virgin before the Archangel Gabriel whisks her back to the Empyrean.

 

Even as a bird, 'mid the beloved leaves,

Quiet upon the nest of her sweet brood

Throughout the night, that hideth all things from us,

 

Who, that she may behold their longed-for looks

And find the food wherewith to nourish them,

In which, to her, grave labors grateful are,

 

Anticipates the time on open spray

And with an ardent longing waits the sun,

Gazing intent as soon as breaks the dawn:

 

Even thus my Lady standing was, erect

And vigilant, turned round towards the zone

Underneath which the sun displays less haste;

 

So that beholding her distraught and wistful,

Such I became as he is who desiring

For something yearns, and hoping is appeased.

 

But brief the space from one When to the other;

Of my awaiting, say I, and the seeing

The welkin grow resplendent more and more.[1]

 

And Beatrice exclaimed: "Behold the hosts

Of Christ's triumphal march, and all the fruit

Harvested by the rolling of these spheres!"

 

It seemed to me her face was all aflame;

And eyes she had so full of ecstasy

That I must needs pass on without describing.

 

As when in nights serene of the full moon

Smiles Trivia among the nymphs eternal

Who paint the firmament through all its gulfs,

 

Saw I, above the myriads of lamps,

A Sun that one and all of them enkindled,

E'en as our own doth the supernal sights,

 

And through the living light transparent shone

The lucent substance so intensely clear

Into my sight, that I sustained it not.

 

O Beatrice, thou gentle guide and dear!

To me she said: "What overmasters thee

A virtue is from which naught shields itself.

 

There are the wisdom and the omnipotence

That oped the thoroughfares 'twixt heaven and Earth,

For which there erst had been so long a yearning."

 

As fire from out a cloud unlocks itself,

Dilating so it finds not room therein,

And down, against its nature, falls to Earth,

 

So did my mind, among those aliments

Becoming larger, issue from itself,

And that which it became cannot remember.

 

"Open thine eyes, and look at what I am:

Thou hast beheld such things, that strong enough

Hast thou become to tolerate my smile."

 

I was as one who still retains the feeling

Of a forgotten vision, and endeavors

In vain to bring it back into his mind,

 

When I this invitation heard, deserving

Of so much gratitude, it never fades

Out of the book that chronicles the past.

 

If at this moment sounded all the tongues

That Polyhymnia and her sisters made

Most lubrical with their delicious milk,[2]

 

To aid me, to a thousandth of the truth

It would not reach, singing the holy smile

And how the holy aspect it illumed.

 

And therefore, representing Paradise,

The sacred poem must perforce leap over,

Even as a man who finds his way cut off;

 

But whoso thinketh of the ponderous theme,

And of the mortal shoulder laden with it,

Should blame it not, if under this it tremble.

 

It is no passage for a little boat

This which goes cleaving the audacious prow,

Nor for a pilot who would spare himself.

 

"Why doth my face so much enamor thee,

That to the garden fair thou turnest not,

Which under the rays of Christ is blossoming?

 

There is the Rose in which the Word Divine

Became incarnate; there the lilies are

By whose perfume the good way was discovered."[3]

 

Thus Beatrice; and I, who to her counsels

Was wholly ready, once again betook me

Unto the battle of the feeble brows.

 

As in the sunshine, that unsullied streams

Through fractured cloud, ere now a meadow of flowers

Mine eyes with shadow covered o'er have seen,

 

So troops of splendors manifold I saw

Illumined from above with burning rays,

Beholding not the source of the effulgence.

 

O power benignant that dost so imprint them!

Thou didst exalt thyself to give more scope

There to mine eyes, that were not strong enough.

 

The name of that fair flower I e'er invoke

Morning and evening utterly enthralled

My soul to gaze upon the greater fire.

 

And when in both mine eyes depicted were

The glory and greatness of the living star

Which there excelleth, as it here excelled,

 

Athwart the heavens a little torch descended

Formed in a circle like a coronal,

And cinctured it, and whirled itself about it.[4]

 

Whatever melody most sweetly soundeth

On Earth, and to itself most draws the soul,

Would seem a cloud that, rent asunder, thunders,

 

Compared unto the sounding of that lyre

Wherewith was crowned the sapphire beautiful,

Which gives the clearest heaven its sapphire hue.

 

"I am Angelic Love, that circle round

The joy sublime which breathes from out the womb

That was the hostelry of our Desire;

 

And I shall circle, Lady of Heaven, while

Thou followest thy Son, and mak'st diviner

The sphere supreme, because thou enterest there."

 

Thus did the circulated melody

Seal itself up; and all the other lights

Were making to resound the name of Mary.[5]

 

The regal mantle of the volumes all

Of that world, which most fervid is and living

With breath of God and with his works and ways,

 

Extended over us its inner border,

So very distant, that the semblance of it

There where I was not yet appeared to me.

 

Therefore mine eyes did not possess the power

Of following the incoronated flame,

Which mounted upward near to its own seed.

 

And as a little child, that towards its mother

Stretches its arms, when it the milk has taken,

Through impulse kindled into outward flame,

 

Each of those gleams of whiteness upward reached

So with its summit, that the deep affection

They had for Mary was revealed to me.

 

Thereafter they remained there in my sight,

'Regina coeli' singing with such sweetness,

That ne'er from me has the delight departed.[6]

 

O, what exuberance is garnered up

Within those richest coffers, which had been

Good husbandmen for sowing here below!

There they enjoy and live upon the treasure

Which was acquired while weeping in the exile

Of Babylon, wherein the gold was left.

 

There triumpheth, beneath the exalted Son

Of God and Mary, in his victory,

Both with the ancient council and the new,

 

He who doth keep the keys of such a glory.

 

Footnotes

1. welken, Middle English, wolken, “weather; heavens; earlier cloud”, Old English, wolcnu, “sky, heavens”, Proto-West Germanic, wolkn, “cloud”, Proto-Germanic, wulkną, “cloud”), Dutch, wolk, “cloud”, German, Wolke, “cloud”.

2. Polyhymnia, alternatively Polymnia (Πολύμνια), is the Muse of sacred poetry, sacred hymn, dance and eloquence, as well as agriculture and pantomime. Polyhymnia's name comes from the Greek words "poly", meaning "many", and "hymnos", which means "praise". Polyhymnia is depicted as serious, pensive and meditative, and often holding a finger to her mouth, dressed in a long cloak and veil and resting her elbow on a pillar. Polyhymnia is also sometimes credited as being the Muse of geometry and meditation.

3. Roses have long been connected with Mary, the red rose symbolic of love, the white rose, of purity. In the fifth century, Coelius Sedulius referred to Mary as a "rose among thorns". Known as the “queen of flowers”, the rose represents Mary as Queen of Heaven. Medieval writers also referenced a passage from Sirach 24:14 "like a palm tree in Engedi, like a rosebush in Jericho". Bernard of Clairvaux said, "Eve was a thorn, wounding, bringing death to all; in Mary we see a rose, soothing everybody's hurts, giving the destiny of salvation back to all." Mary is celebrated under the title "Our Lady of the Rose in Lucca, Italy on January 30. Roses feature prominently in the apparition of Our Lady of Guadalupe.

Lilies symbolize purity and virtue, often associated with the Virgin Mary and various saints. They represent chastity and are frequently depicted in religious art, particularly in scenes involving Mary and the Annunciation. The Venerable Bede compared h er to a white lily, emphasizing her pure body and radiant soul.

Lilies are also linked to St. Joseph, who is often shown holding a staff with lilies. This imagery signifies his role as the protector of Mary and Jesus, highlighting his purity and righteousness.

Lilies are associated with St. Anthony, symbolizing his purity and connection to the divine. There are traditions of blessings for lilies in his honor, particularly on his feast day, June 13.

4. cincture, Latin, cinctūra, Spanish, cintura, “waist”, meaning an enclosure, or the act of enclosing, encircling or encompassing.

5. Dante treats the Virgin Mary with a special reverence. In Paradise he twice beholds her from afar but never directly speaks with her. Instead, he goes through intermediaries, including the archangel Gabriel (Canto 23) and Bernard, a saint (Canto 32). This differs markedly from Dante's treatment of other saints. With patriarchs, apostles, evangelists, and other high-ranking members of the heavenly court, Dante is happy to carry on imagined conversations. Mary, however, stands apart as an object of awed contemplation. She is, not coincidentally, the only character other than God Himself to have hymns sung to her in Paradise.

In according Mary a preeminent place in Heaven, Dante endorses the traditions of the early and medieval Church. Following the teachings of Saint Augustine, the Church of Dante's time distinguishes three kinds of reverence: dulia ("honor"), hyperdulia (" above honor" or "veneration"), and latria ("worship"). Dulia is the kind of honor due to the saints, while hyperdulia is the reverence paid to the Virgin Mary as the Mother of God and Queen of Heaven, a living star and mystical Rose. Neither one constitutes worship in the strictest sense, which is due only to God. To use one of the ladder images of which Dante is so fond, Mary stands one "rung" above the other saints, but she is still a created being and therefore still below God. This tradition and the associated Marian devotions are substantially preserved in modern Catholicism and Orthodoxy, though rejected by many Protestant groups, one of the major distinctions of Catholicism and Protestantism, which has no convents and generally venerates Mary less.

6. Regina coeli, Latin, "Queen of heaven".

 

Top of page