'Ixtaccihuatl' a poem by David Hart
Lolling mount arise with levin
Tremulous earth's nitid crown
Great crucible of earth's essences spew
Immewed magna now gush with pith and joy
Spew wildly and truculently anon
Earth's belly stirs
Vessel of fire-voice of Thor
Quiet and now still
Coming now the red philippic
Splenetic and plangent grey orange
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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