Translated from the Italian
I have suffocated deliriums
Birthed in joys;
My ardor appeased itself
And I suffocated sighs.
The poet has abandoned
The impregnable ramparts-
The shout of his fantasy
Drowned
In bands of cartilage-
Alas, so Carthage fell.
When the wolf howls
The tormented heart
Sings verses of Paradise-
When the coward’s steps
Knock at the door
Its wood responds:
“TRA, TRA” Treason!
And the poet regrets
The forgotten days
And the humanity that was.
The poet loses his forces;
Incredulous,
The poet dies between his deliriums and the sighs
He loved to suffocate in silver vessels-
To believe and to believe
And to redeem again…