Capitolo 5
Then this delight earth pours me on
You jump out of women with such excellence,
It seems as I have to stop my tendons to him,--
The beautiful way of their edges, their eyes,
Their gait, and their way they are used the arm. And now
My eyes have a communication to my heart from them
As you only through a blind hast of the skin.
Therefore I returned here;--me scarce knows why,
But now that not only women are to me
The sacred friends of unknown reverential Fear, not only
Master of the foison not seen of the world,
Ay, and it not only assuages for throbbing groins,
But things dig eyes they enjoy as you dig ears they take songs,
Vision that strikes a timbrel in my blood,
Dreams for my sight of sleep, that movement aired round
With wonders, as covered trembling a hearth,--
It seems that I owe to be fighting for them, owes
You now cross before the danger to them
Pleasing himself/herself/itself in them. I am here to fight
Wolves for the joy of the world, women of marvellous!
_Gast_.
Stella-exasperate! What is this earth and women
Does that sting thee in anger against the wolves?
Don't I also fight for women? But me
For what is sure them, not for the madness.
_Brys_.
I do my boldness of a mind to put
My tall spirit above in the winds of the joy,
Before I fall down in the obscurity.
Not so women of thy send thee to thy fighting:
Every battle-courage of thy of fear is, it fear-crossed
Thine irritates. You heavily women of drudgest,
But still you the art frightened of them.
_Gast_.
Ay, really;
For glance as from marvelous bodies them it comes
Increase: who the knoweth where such ends of power?
They is in league with the great Maternity
Who produces the seasons in the open world;
And if to them you give, not seen by us,
Their marvellous that produces of children, that that
Spirit of You the great terrible mountain-spell,
Where the stones have purpose against us,
Sealed above in stone of careful quiet, not
You pass above to their dark minds that seem so myths,
Still it is so strange; or what word of charm from out