IN THE TOWERS OF ENGLAND THE BIG INSTRUMENTS
In the towers of England during stormy nights the big instruments echo when the fingers of cheroubims in times of boredom raise the hymns of Handel and Bach. In stormy nights when the lighthouses are covered by the ocean's waves and hopeless invocations, ghost voices of shipwrecks, penetrate the winds. But the breaking dawn with the silver cymbals and the winged touch will bring the full-lighted day elsewhere in the banks of Arno. There, exotic virgins from Albion, will scatter the roses of their ephemeral existence. Then the spiders in the joints of instruments will knit the veils of forgetfulness. In dismayed chambers the veils of oblivion will spread. And from the grassy cenotaph, which keeps engraved their charming name and their sculptured pleading form in the sorrow of the foggyish parks only in northern nights the passing of deers.
(Transl. Panos Bosnakis)