Deconstructing DanteAll the highest hills
have sparked love in a stone
Hides stone in grass
Clothes cast shadow
Like the snow in shadow that speaks and feels
from pure white to green
cannot be healed with grass
in this hardest stone
The great circle of shadow
so soft and green
moved like a stone
when the color is all lost
All my life
had never a shadow
By the sweet season
To the short day
My desire will not lose its green
only to gaze to the whitening hills
Takes fire
Draws the mind
The hills cast blackest shadow
The rivers will flow upwards
I have traveled
to clothe them with the flowers
Before this wood
fastens me in these low hills
Who would choose to sleep on stone
lingers in their shadow