Matilda

Purgatorio 28

In Canto 28 Dante finally comes to a sort of prefall garden if Eden and is now on his own.  You have to wonder - if you are thinking about Paradise- are you there? A gentle breeze blowing, cresting rustling leaves with birds singing in harmony while a maiden picks flowers in a perfect ecosystem near a stream flowing nectar. Sounds like Eden Strange that my girlfriend from Portugal I called Matelda also. Here, mankind’s root was innocent; and here were every fruit and never—ending spring; these streams—the nectar of which poets sing.”