* * *
In the middle of the journey of our life
I
found myself astray in a dark wood
where
the straight road had been lost sight of.
How hard it is to say what it was like
in
the thick of thickets, in a wood so dense and gnarled
the
very thought of it renews my panic.
It is bitter almost as death itself is bitter.
--Dante Alighieri, The Inferno, translated by Seamus Heaney
* * *
Starres have their storms, ev’n in high degree,
As
well as we.
A throbbing conscience spurred by remorse
Hath
a strange force:
It quits the earth, and mounting more and more
Dares to assault thee, and besiege thy doore.
--George Herbert, "The Storm"
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