Zeus, Brazen-thunder-hurler,
Four days the earth was rent and torn By bursting steel,
I turn the page and read: "I dream of silent verses where the rhyme
Che son contenti nel fuoco We are of those that Dante saw
I The bitterness. the misery, the wretchedness of childhood
Come, thrust your hands in the warm earth And feel her strength through all your veins;
I Like a gondola of green scented fruits
Water ruffled and speckled by galloping wind Which puffs and spurts it into tiny pashing breaks
Plus quan se atque suos amavit omnes, nunc...
Why do you always stand there shivering Between the white stream and the road?
Four days the earth was rent and torn By bursting steel,
I turn the page and read: "I dream of silent verses where the rhyme
Che son contenti nel fuoco We are of those that Dante saw
I The bitterness. the misery, the wretchedness of childhood
Come, thrust your hands in the warm earth And feel her strength through all your veins;
I Like a gondola of green scented fruits
Water ruffled and speckled by galloping wind Which puffs and spurts it into tiny pashing breaks
Plus quan se atque suos amavit omnes, nunc...
Why do you always stand there shivering Between the white stream and the road?