Within My Fantasy
I am in the middle of teaching Dante's Divine Comedy (the "Divine" purportedly added by Boccaccio), and lines that catch my attention at every reading is in Purgatorio , which, by the way, is my favorite of the three cantica. Of fantasy, you that at times would snatch us so from outward things--we notice nothing although a thousand trumpets sound around us-- who moves you when the senses do not spur you? A light that finds its form in Heaven moves you-- directly or led downward by God's will. Within my fantasy I saw impressed the savagery of one who then, transformed, became the bird that most delights in song; at this, my mind withdrew to the within, to what imagining might bring: no thing that came from the without could enter in. Then into my deep fantasy there rained one who was crucified; and as he died, he showed his savagery and his disdain. (Dante, Purgatorio 17:13-27) In this ode to fantasy, Dante is describing his dreams, but there is something else about...