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Virgil appears, and reveals his identity (61-90) This canto can be divided into four sections: Virgil explains that Dante will have to avoid the three beasts, and makes an enigmatic prophecy. A figure appears, who Dante realises is Virgil, the Roman poet. He sees three animals: a leopard a lion and a she-wolf. Inferno Iĭante finds himself lost in a dark wood, midway through the journey of his life (i.e. Use the links at the bottom of the page to move from canto to canto. This section works through the first seven cantos of the Commedia, taking us from the very beginning of Dante's journey into the first realms of Hell. Centre for the History of Ibero-America.Centre for Endangered Languages, Cultures, and Ecosystems (CELCE).LivItaly: Bringing Italian Culture to Yorkshire.Network for Hispanic and Lusophone Cultural Studies.The Mendicant Orders and Literature in 13th- & 14th-century Italy.International Writers at Leeds Launch Event.Institut Ramon Llull (Catalan Language and Culture).Past visiting researchers and lecturers.Centre for World Cinemas and Digital Cultures.The Camões Centre for Portuguese Language.She clambered on it, and the Pegasus stretched its enormous wings and took off, soaring away into the night like an angel. ‘Hello Joanne… I’ve been looking for you.’ It cooed. The murder of crows!’ Joanne whispered, and out of the gap behind the crows came a magnificent white Pegasus, landing softly beside her. They zoomed all around the little clearing, their energy levels seemingly never ending, and then finally settling noisily into the trees. ‘Caw! Caw!’ A humongous amount of crows came sweeping down in a tornado Joanne received many scratches to the head from their clawed feet. Joanne whirled around, now on her feet, squinting closely at a small gap between the tallest trees. Like the “Huuushhhhhhhh” had had a magic dust fight.Ī noise like a faint, angrily rushing river filled the air, getting louder and louder… The air now had a magic, different feeling now. ‘Murder?!’ A tingle went up Joanne’s spine. ‘Huuushhhhhhhh…Huuushhhhhhhh, look out for the murder, they’re coming your way!’ And she, thinking it was the trees, nervously looked up. ‘What was that?’ Joanne gasped, alarmed, sitting up stiffly like a touch from an electric shock. ‘Oh, no, what have I gotten into? Will I ever get out of here? Joanne moaned, dropping onto a thick fallen branch. The trees spoke in their own language, brushing together to create sound. Great! My luck that this watch just simply stopped ticking! She thought.ĭeeper into this creepy forest Joanne tumbled into, her clothes now nearly shredded to rags due the spiky sticks on the wood’s floor that strangely seemed to rise up at her like she was a zebra walking down an isle of starving lions. It was as though as if every tree she clambered around was another bolt on the gate to which she could not get out. Her feet rose and fell towards the thick trunks, her figure soon completely swallowed by the darkness… She was going to discover the secrets concealed in the mysterious clump of dark green. Joanne drew in her breath, and heaved a massive breath of determination.

But, what could be the problem? She knew her property inside out, but she had never thought anything of this dark forest that lay gloomily on the border of her land. Should she dare to set foot into these terrible thick woods? It looked dark and eerie in there.

In the dark dark woods poem skin#

Joanne Wittershaft was about one meter and a half tall, with pale skin and dark hair that tumbled down to her shoulders. It was a dreadful, windy night as the miserable dark leaves that topped the humongous and spindly trunks of the forest clashed together in fury, the wind roaring like an enormous lion, threatening to tear the small shivering eleven year old girl standing by these terrible trees off her feet and into the damp, muddy yards next to it. Stephanie Raines, Grade 7, Caulfield Grammar SchoolĮxcellence Award in the 'Step Write Up 2011' competition