>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.