Capitolo 16
See him/it coming here!--Against my sight,
Warning behind the glint of sacred sky,
It is elevated enormous forbiddance; creatures as hills,
Or obscurity that gets excited to the coasts of light,
Standing coop, a great barricade behind our lives,
Rankt as Eternity it had I handed stature.
The acute sides of the peaks are white finger
With flame, turned on by the fires of God over;
The rest is evening; the whole people of dark hills
A forehead of impenetrable and tall decree.
But here!
Blackens in the blackness, it is a gapes in the decree,
And out some kind of man flows of it. Sees,
It is a river through the expeditious permission,
As I cross a snarling breakup in a cliff;
Turned away as a thing hated by God;
Deposes out the eggs, the water of the life of man, to spill himself/herself/themselves
Down canyons of bleak and thrid the dark of passages
Through the reluctant hills, pouring as if
He/she knew that God is ashamed of him. And for this motive,
Refused down the to abhor it bathes, the life of man
You/he/she is wasted in this country, put to race
A hideaway, ignorant course of unremembered,
Treading with feet without hope of waters of griev
Unblest without end spaces, the ashamed road
Of garbage that thickens in slime his/her flow,
A guide of time alienated. For to the problem,
Powerfully circling fledge to strike him/it on,
A climate of the man of o'erarches of wings of demon,
The hate that God has sent undertaking him/it.
Hunting's spirits with the hawk fierce they offend him hungry Cold,,
Manias of Fear and nauseating, and enormous Lack
The harmful obscurity, gentleman of the bad wings
That bother all the places over God,--
These in the door, with lust to become incarnate himself/herself/themselves,
You wait for the naked trip of the life of man
To grab badly it in, hungrily.
They never goes away, down everything of his/her patient way,
To interfere himself/herself/themselves with his/her waters, cultivate them they are sour
How poison, salt as cries, dishonestly grieving
With foreigner evil,--all the kind of desires