Behind the eyelids the giant in the sky
is probably sightless, but that can't be known.
Cruciform from full-stretched arms his black robe drops
the whole way to the city. His fingers point
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I came to know about it through its translation by Michael Walker. The poem does have a series of fantastic images to which most of us can relate. I would like to quote this description of a old book, for instance: my mother's copy in green cloth board 8vo has nearly lost the spine but a few threads hold,