I am a shell. From me you shall not hear
The splendid tramplings of insistent drums,
The orbed gold of the viol's voice that comes,
Heavy with radiance, languorous and clear.
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'' A tremulous murmur from great days long dead. '' '' Un mormorio tremulo, eco di giorni importanti, ormai trascorsi. '' it recalls the (CMB) cosmic microwave background.. ;)
we are all 'minor' poets.. but we can write poetry anyway..