Oh, eternal mother of mysteries
who, in suffering and lust, conceives
numerous lives, who creates
a thousand twists, a thousand hues, and shades,
what is the spring of these eternal rhythms?
Dantesque Legend (1916)
To you, comrades, near and far, to you, other suns.
in other worlds, to all your souls on fire,
to all you burning fires,
to you burnished spirits
who light this untamed darkness called life, and death,
to you all who are sacrificed for the sake of light,
The Frenzied Masses (1919)
Our language is flexible and barbaric, masculine and rough.