Earth Day 2020 During Climate Change in the Middle of a Pandemic

CANTO I

 

ONE night, when half my life behind me lay,

I wandered from the straight lost path afar.

 

Through the great dark was no releasing way;

Above that dark was no relieving star.

 

If yet that terrored night I think or say,

As death's cold hands its fears resuming are.

 

 

Gladly the dreads I felt, too dire to tell,

The hopeless, pathless, lightless hours forgot,

I turn my tale to that which next befell,

When the dawn opened, and the night was not.

 

The hollowed blackness of that waste, God wot,

Shrank, thinned, and ceased.

 

from Inferno, Dante Alighieri

Done