Divine Regret πΉπ€
Soul's descent. A Villanelle.

Broken and wretched, my soul descends from the celestial rose,
Trailing golden light - mocking, forever falling - a shadowed ruin.
I saw the light of grace, but alas, I could not stay.
πΉπ€
The stars sang sad odes to songs I wished to unlearn.
Their fire burning, scorching through the veil of day.
Broken and wretched, my soul descends from the celestial rose.
πΉπ€
Beatrice turned her lovely gaze away, my spirit crushed -
Light forsook me deep down where the shadows yearn.
I saw the light of grace, but alas, I could not stay.
πΉπ€
The rose unfolded, a divine wound in a comedic display.
Its petals spun, too fierce to spurn. My branches wilted.
Broken and wretched, my soul descends from the celestial rose.
πΉπ€
The Empyrean heaven began to sway, a celestial fiery will.
A wheel of ache now burns to flame I could not turn.
I saw the light of grace, but alas, I could not stay.
πΉπ€
Now silence haunts the things for which I prayed,
And burning ash replaces what I yearned to earn.
Broken and wretched, my soul descends from the celestial rose.
I saw the light of grace, but alas, I could not stay.

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Poem adapted from: Beatrice's divine inspiration of Dante through Heaven.
This seven-hundred-year-old masterpiece which still burns with beauty, rage, and revelation. This is a journey through exile, love, and poetic genius that brings Dante vividly and urgently to life.

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