tisdag 7 augusti 2012

Abandon all hope, ye who enter here



Fourth Circle


… I saw multitudes
to every side of me; their howls were loud
while, wheeling weights, they used their chests to push.
They struck against each other; at that point,
each turned around and, wheeling back those weights,
cried out: Why do you hoard? Why do you squander?

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