Sabbia e fuoco

In what distant deeps or skies

Burnt the fire of thine eyes?

On what wings dare he aspire?

"What the hand dare seize the fire?

And what shoulder, and what art,

Could twist the sinews of thy heart?

And when thy heart began to beat,

What dread hand? And what dread feet?"

(W. Blake)

 

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