Monday, October 17, 2011


There is a place in Hell called Malebolge,
Wholly of stone and of and iron colour,
As is the circle that around it turns.

Right in the middle of the field malign
There yawns a well exceeding wide and deep,
Of which its place the structure will recount.

Round, then, is that enclosure which remains
Between the well and foot of the high, hard bank,
And has distinct valleys ten in its bottom.

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