INDEFINITE SONG XXII Comments

Fraternal things, cosmic memory
Of the divine hope
Which expands in an infinite thrust
And cools into forms of granite,
Earth and fire - beautiful brute forms!
And it kindles in the imperfect creature
(Humanized, embodied night)
Souls, which are intimate stars.

Of all its vast creation
The deepest and most vital inspiration
Leaves, in words of ink, the splendor of a verse.
So too hope, endlessly burning,
Following its ethereal course,
Leaves in space the forms of the Universe,
Smoky vestiges,
Mortal recollections of its divine being.
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