a different look at classical literature

Instantly I was snatched up by my guide,
Who was like a mother who’s jolted awake
By a noise sees the flames by her side

And carries her son off before she can even take
A shift for herself—so much more
Does she act for her child’s than her own sake.

Over the edge of the bank he bore
My full weight on his chest as he slid
On his back down the rocky slope to the floor

Dante Alighieri