Sumus
in fide
Puellaeque canamus
sub nocte....
there
in the glade
To Flora's
night, with hyacinthus,
With the crocus (spring
sharp
in the grass,)
Fifty and forty together
ERI
MEN AI TE KUDONIAI
Betuene
Aprile and Merche
with
sap new in the bough
With plum flowers above
them
with
almond on the black bough
With jasmine and olive
leaf,
To the beat of the measure
From star up to the half-dark
From half-dark to half-dark
Unceasing
the measure
Flank by flank on the headland
with
the Goddess's eyes to seaward
By Circeo,
by Terracina, with the
stone eyes
white
toward the sea
With one measure, unceasing:
"Fac
deum!" "Est factus."
Ver
novum!
ver
novum!
Thus made the spring,
Can see but their eyes
in the dark
not
the bough that he walked on.
Beaten
from flesh into light
Hath swallowed the fire-ball
A
traverso le foglie
His rod hath made god in
my belly
Sic
loquitur nupta
Cantat
sic nupta
Dark
shoulders have stirred the lightning
A girl's arms have nested
the fire,
Not I but the handmaid
kindled
Cantat
sic nupta
I have eaten the flame.
