Capitolo 82
You the art the woman! You hast come to me!--
Or not as me I thought! not with senses burning
Far in my soul deep constant calm
Inside their glory of knowledge as the enormous one
Of back part at night his/her external sense of stars.
Now it is me but the beauty of thy of place they make,
And of me I have none light of sense
Neither the certainty to be: I am done
Empty of mine accustomed of the life in front of thee,
A vase where the shine of thy can be versed,
After the way the great vase of air
It accepts the power in the morning of the sun.
Now nothing that I have known about me rests,
Safe that, inside of me, far as the world it is tall
Under of this dawn that gilds the air of my spirit,
Of the depth, more inside also that my soul,
Troubles and shines like the bright sea.
Or Jewish woman, if you the knewest everybody
The hunger and the torn wounds the world of punisht
It suffers from cause of thee, and of my dream
What you wert in some place hidden in humanity!
I was not able but I respect my dream and toil
To break the nations and to sieve fines them,
Checking them the weight with my war in dust,
And crossing with mine a lot of iron hands
Through their destruction as through crumbs of marl,
Until my palms you/they should know the jewel-stone
Among them, the Donna that is the Beauty,--
Nature so long hath as a kept miser
Buried away by me in this heap of Hebrews!
Now that us strength's reunion two, women and men
In every earth where I have felt for thee
You/he/she has taken the devastation for their house,
Crying against me,--and against unaware thee.
Ah, but I had given on to despair
The mind in me, I hinder the stubborn tribes,
I dug them as stones and I broke them small
And it hinders down them to flinders and sands;
But it never shone the therein of the jewel-stone,
Nothing but the flint common of earth that I have founded.
And in a dark anger I held on
Attacking the whole kind of man, because
Of the way of war that my soul owes that necessities occupy.
As a creation of man him in drunk sleep
A king, my soul I intoxicate with his/her terrestrial war,