Tuesday, July 29, 2008

>Cool poem by Giosuè Carducci

>Carducci was Italy's first Nobel in Literature winner.  Here's the poem, written in 1863 about the train, as translated by Umberto Eco:

Hymn To Satan

A monster of awful beauty
Has been unchained,
It scours the land
And scours the seas:
Sparkling and fuming
Like a volcano,
It vanquishes the mountains
And devours the plains.

It leaps over chasms;
Then burrows deep
Into hidden caverns
Along paths unfathomed;
Only to re-emerge, invincible,
From shore to shore
Like a tornado
It howls out its cry,

Like a tornado
It belches forth its breath:
It is Satan, O peoples,
Great Satan is passing by.

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