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Corey Gruber's avatar

Seneca said “We suffer more from imagination than from reality.”

I’ve wonder what inspired or haunted Dante’s extraordinary imagination, and the sources of his vivid imagery. I don’t believe it’s just Christian or secular iconography. I think Dante’s fears had a founding well before he created the Commedia.

I was struck, as a veteran, by two word choices in lines 3-6: “battle” and “memory.” Why did he characterize what was coming as “battle,” rather than, say, a struggle, passage, or pilgrimage? That peculiar word choice, and his reference to “memory” are (I infer) after-effects of his military experience — memories that are also reflected elsewhere in the Commedia.

While the historical record is thin, most researchers believe he experienced combat as a cavalryman at the bloody Battle of Campaldino in 1289, and perhaps at the siege of the fortress of Caprona in August of that year. Did the emotional toll of his experience (alongside his expulsion and exile) color his imagination? The book “Campaldino 1289: The Battle That Made Dante,” by Kelly Devries and Niccolo Cappani makes a strong case for the impact of his military experience on his imagination and the Divine Comedy.

There’s a saying “It is easy to laugh at the shadows when the night has passed.” (Virgil: “As phantoms frighten beasts when shadows fall.”) I don’t think Dante’s “night” had passed when he wrote the Commedia. Many of the shadows that haunted him, and that he portrayed so viscerally, seem to have had their earthly origin on the field of battle. It was just ten years before Good Friday, 1300 that he had seen a very compact battlefield littered with ~2,000 dead. In a letter (for which we have but a fragment) he said: “…ten years had already elapsed since the Battle of Campaldino, in which the Ghibelline party was almost utterly defeated and effaced, where I found myself no youngster in the practice of arms, and where at the beginning I felt great fear, and in the end even greater joy through the varying fortunes of that fight.”

Now, in the Dark Wood, he steels himself for battle yet again. He questions whether he’s prepared. “…With all my thinking” sounds suspiciously like flashbacks. He doubts he’s worthy. He is not a warrior in the heroic sense of Achilles, or Aeneas, and fears he may be on the verge of the warrior Ulysses’ recklessness: “I fear my venture may be mad.” He comes across as a reluctant veteran pondering the seeming foolishness of this undertaking. In Henry V, Shakespeare has the Duke of Orleans (in real life an accomplished poet) say “That’s a brave flea that dares to eat his breakfast on the lip of a lion.” I get the sense that here, particularly after his encounters in Canto 1, Dante feels like that flea.

What, then, convinced him to take that first step on the “Steep and savage path?” Virgil’s eloquent words? Reuniting with Beatrice? Or was it Virgil’s searing taunt — accusing him of having “a soul assailed by cowardice”? I can think of no greater insult in the chivalric code of Dante’s day. Virgil’s chiding echoes the poet Robert Frost: “The best way out is always through.“

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Morag's avatar

Thank you for the insights into the detailed symmetry between the first two cantos - I completely missed most of this in my own reading!

The line: ‘And just as he who unwills what he wills..." makes me think of the 'To be or not to be' soliloquy in Hamlet which ends:

"Thus conscience doth make cowards of us all,

And thus the native hue of resolution

Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,

And enterprises of great pith and moment

With this regard their currents turn awry

And lose the name of action."

Quotes: I also like the John Ciardi translation of Virgil's admonition of Dante and the 'little flowers' simile:

"And now what ails you? Why do you lag? Why

this heartsick hesitation and pale fright

when three such blessed Ladies lean from Heaven

in their concern for you and my own pledge

of the great good that waits you has been given?"

As flowerlets drooped and puckered in the night

turn up to the returning sun and spread

their petals wide on his new warmth and light -

just so my wilted spirits rose again

and such a heat of zeal surged through my veins

that I was born anew.”

PS Thank you for including all the wonderful paintings and illustrations. They're a joy to look at.

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