Era lo loco ov'a scender la riva venimmo

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- Dante

To the gray river the horse-stranger came
us pupils swim upstream, salmon screened,
over rocks, the water gurgles, white, froth cream.
"Mon Dieu! Mère de merde et de la mort"
The stranger exclaims, leans forward on the horn
eyestrained spied in light of gilt morn
dimmed; women standing on rotting wharves.
What! Nausicaa with fourty laden wagons.
Frigg, Frigg? No, Freyja with her four dwarves
"Et tu?"
"Et tu?" enjambed
"Et tu?" CAESURA
Fool Stop

 

[Trent_Dutch]

Does the Dante of the poem refer to a ship? That floundered off New Zealand?

 

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Does the Dante of the poem refer to a ship? That floundered off New Zealand?

1876?
No,Trent_Dutch, it refers to an Italian that floudered in mid-life.
Et tu...CAESURA was just an Ides of March joke.

 

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To the gray river the horse-stranger came
us pupils swim upstream, salmon screened,
over rocks, the water gurgles, white, froth cream.
Eyes; the stranger eyes, under striated hard slate
skies, this cold place where la thistle, the rock iris
dies. Amoung brown ivy, coralline algae, staring pearls...
"Mon Dieu! Mère de merde et de la mort"
The stranger exclaims, leans forward on the horn
eyestrained spied in light of gilt morn
dimmed, women standing on rotting wharves.
What! Nausicaa with fourty laden wagons.
Frigg, Frigg? No, Freyja with her four dwarves
"Et tu?" A third, rich with words, discontented
with children held by arms so disintended
with swollen eyes spies horse in the distance.
"Great God!" she exclaims "Who, are you? Are you Cherman?"
"Je suis Français de partie" the stranger lies.
He is Swiss, being borne from the shores of Leman
His story is full of holes, missing pieces

 

[twelveoone]

To the gray river the horse-stranger came
us pupils swim upstream, salmon screened,
over rocks, the water gurgles, white, froth cream.
Eyes; the stranger eyes, under striated hard slate
skies, this cold place where la thistle, the rock iris
dies. Amoung brown ivy, coralline algae, staring pearls...
"Mon Dieu! Mère de merde et de la mort"
The stranger exclaims, leans forward on the horn
eyestrained spied in light of gilt morn
dimmed, women standing on rotting wharves.
What! Nausicaa with fourty laden wagons.
Frigg, Frigg? No, Freyja with her four dwarves
"Et tu?" A third, rich with words, discontented
with children held by arms so disintended
with swollen eyes spies horse in the distance.
"Great God!" she exclaims "Who, are you? Are you Cherman?"
"Je suis Français de partie" the stranger lies.
He is Swiss, being borne from the shores of Leman
His story is full of holes, missing pieces

"Pres du Leman la frayeur sera grande"?
Almanac of 1555, Nostradamus
"Et tu?"
"Et tu?" enjambed
"Et tu?" CAESURA
Fool Stop
You're a funny guy, "et tu" - did you credit Shakespear?

 

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"Pres du Leman la frayeur sera grande"?
Almanac of 1555, Nostradamus
"Et tu?"
"Et tu?" enjambed
"Et tu?" CAESURA
Fool Stop
You're a funny guy, "et tu" - did you credit Shakespear?

merci
merci
wrong century, but I like it
From the shores of Leman, great terror
and hunger, hunger that will not be feed
Give me, a pound of flesh, a bargin
Eyes found dead on the roadway rollin eyes!
Heart of a man crushed by machine
Soul so utterly destroyed
Hands.Mains. No bones in them
Beyond and beneath them
Everything is so disjointed.
Disfigured, Défiguré Detourment
I's found dead on the highway
watery eyes

 

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To the gray river the horse-stranger came
us pupils swim upstream, salmon screened,
over rocks, the water gurgles, white, froth cream.
Eyes; the stranger eyes, under striated hard slate
skies, this cold place where la thistle, the rock iris
dies. Amoung brown ivy, coralline algae, staring pearls...
"Mon Dieu! Mère de merde et de la mort"
The stranger exclaims, leans forward on the horn
eyestrained spied in light of gilt morn
dimmed, women standing on rotting wharves.
What! Nausicaa with fourty laden wagons.
Frigg, Frigg? No, Freyja with her four dwarves
"Et tu?" A third, rich with words, discontented
with children held by arms so disintended
with swollen eyes spies horse in the distance.
Les mains sans merci
Un bateau, un cheval, hors d'ici!
"Great God!" she exclaims "Who, are you? Are you Cherman?"
"Je suis Français de partie" the stranger lies.
He is Swiss, being borne from the shores of Leman
From the shores of Leman, great terror
and hunger, hunger that will not be feed
Give me, a pound of flesh, a bargin
Les mains sans merci
Un bateau, un cheval, hors d'ici!
Eyes found dead on the roadway; rollin eyes!
Heart of a man crushed by machine
Soul so utterly destroyed
Hands.Hands. No bones in them
Beyond and beneath them
Everything is so disjointed.
Disfigured, Défiguré Detourment
I's found dead on the highway
watery eyes