The Thunder
And
in the night black like nothingness,
at
once, with the rumble of a steep precipice
falling,
the thunder roared all of a sudden:
roared,
bounced, rolled in a dull sound,
then
fell silent, then waved and broke,
then
vanished. Then was heard the gentle singing
of
a mother, and the rocking of a cradle.
From the collection
“Myricae” (1891-1900)
Il Tuono
E
nella notte nera come il nulla,
a
un tratto, col fragor d’arduo dirupo
che
frana, il tuono rimbombò di schianto:
rimbombò,
rimbalzò, rotolò cupo,
e
tacque, e poi rimareggiò rinfranto,
e
poi vanì. Soave allora un canto
s’udì,
di madre, e il moto di una culla.
From the collection “Myricae” (1891-1900)
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