I've been reading Dante's Commedia lately. During my research, I stumbled upon a gorgeous collection of Inferno etchings, made by painter Michael Mazur. Enjoy.
Midway on our life's journey, I found myselfIn dark woods, the right road lost. To tellAbout those woods is hard - so tangled and roughAnd savage that thinking of it now, I feelThe old fear stirring: death is hardly more bitter.-Inferno, Canto I.1-5
He hurled the sinner down, then turned to rushBack down the rocky crag; and no mastiffWas ever more impatient to shake the leashAnd run his fastest after a fleeing thief.The sinner sank below, only to riseRump up - but demons under the bridge's shelfCried, "Here's no place to show your Sacred Face!You're not out in the Serchio for a swim!If you don't want to feel our hooks - like this! -Then stay beneath the pitch." They struck at himWith over a hundred hooks, and said, "You'll needTo dance in secret here - so grab what seamYou're able to, in darkness." They then didJust as cook have their scullions do to steepThe meat well into the cauldron - with a prodFrom their forks keeping it from floating up.-Inferno, Canto XXI.43-58
We had left him, moving onWhen I saw two shades frozen in a single hole -Packed so close, one head hooded the other one;The way the starving devour their bread, the soulAbove had clenched the other with his teeth,Where the brain meets the nape. And at the skullAnd other parts, as Tydeus berserk with wrathGnawed at the head of Menalippus, he chewed.-Inferno, Canto XXXII.124-131
Dante, Inferno. Translated by Robert Pinsky, The Inferno of Dante. Farrar, Straus and Giroux, 1994.
The entire collection of Mazur's Inferno etchings can be viewed online here.