Sonnet, Things, Celalba mine, have I seen strange:
Things, Celalba mine, have I seen strange:
the sundering of clouds, winds swear and shout,
high towers their foundations bend to kiss,
the earth its very bowels vomit out;
sturdy bridges break, like tender reeds,
prodigious streams, fierce rivers swelled by rain,
poorly traversed by ingenuity,
by mountains even worse their surge restrained;
the days of Noah, people perched atop
the tallest pine trees that approach the sky,
the strong beech trees in their enormity.
Shepherds, dogs, herd animals and huts
I saw afloat, with neither form nor life,
and I feared nothing but my misery.
Translated by Alix Ingber
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