Diatribe on women gladiators. I'm not sure why I still pray
The opposite of catcher's mitt
Even the days bleed like cuts
Midnight dark is my friend
Here this hollow space. Canto 34: before dawn, with the street lamp's beam across your face
Canto 33: can I write this?
Canto 31: my black underwear hangs above the lemon trees
Canto 30: I became within my speechlessness
Canto 29: a knife scrapes off the scales
Cnato 29: from July until September
Canto 28: carried by the hair, the severed head
Canto 26: within those fires, there are souls
Canto 25: two intermingled shapes appeared
Canto 23: were I a leaded mirror
Canto 22: wings were not more fast than fear
Canto 21: I saw it, but I could not see within it
Canto 20: I was well prepared to stare below
Canto 19: we had already reached the tomb
Canto 18: with polished words
Canto 17: I felt the threat of shame, which makes a servant...brave.
Canto 16: around my waist I had a cord
Canto 15: that spirit having stretched his arm toward me
Canto 14: I traveled in a spiral, I never finished the whole perimeter
Canto 14: where I haven't gone
Canto 13: both words and blood
Canto 12: stones, which oftentimes did move themselves
Canto 11: upon the margin
Canto 10: I come not of myself
Canto 10: solve for me that knot
Canto 9: holy words all confident
Canto 8: I turned toward the sea of all good sense
Canto 7: for with unbroken words they cannot say it
Canto 6: touching a little on the future life
Canto 5: I came into a place mute of all light
Canto 4: as it seemed to me from listening
Canto 3: to commingle with the coward angels
Canto 2: and I, the only one, made myself ready to sustain the war
Canto 1: how hard a thing it is to say