«3 Not hunching under sorrow, / Under the stone — winged — as / An eagle — having stayed whole, The double sadness / Of earthly mothers / And heavenly mistresses Having raised on the shoulder — / Hot Maltese steel / Was left to me! But the wrathful sky / To the eagles —...»
«4 Over the sleeping youth — golden spurs. / Command: Up high! / Back at the heels the crowd of robbers. / George, cry! With a free left hand you're feeling the cross. / Command: swim! / Rule, that to the last one they come under / The cupola Sofian! We're lost! The joints will not ...»
«5 In the name of massacre / Hold tight, my one with wings! / There was an hour of crossing / And will be — of getting even. In that ton-and-half hour / Between fact and dream / Heavily paddled / The ship's wings. Between Charybdis — yes! — / And Scylla paddled away. / Oh my...»
«Horse — lame. / Sword — rusty. / Who — now? / Leader of crowds. Step — hour, / Sigh — century, / Look — down. / All — there. Foe. — Friend. / Thorn. — Laurel. / All — dream... / He. — Horse. Horse — lame. / Sword — rusty. / Cloak — ol»