![]() ![]() The lighted ground-floor windows, each with a woman combing her Has made us the heirs of their long undoing. Is an endless, formless ruin, that corruption's gangrene It is the desperate moment when we discover that thisĮmpire, which had seemed to us the sum of all wonders, Who beseech our armies' protection, offering inĮxchange annual tributes of precious metals, tanned hides, and The despatches announcing to us the collapse of the last enemy troops,Īnd flakes the wax of the seals of obscure kings ![]() Of the planispheres where they are portrayed, With the odor of the elephants after the rainĪnd the sandalwood ashes growing cold in the braziers,Ī dizziness that makes rivers and mountains tremble on There is a sense of emptiness that comes over us at evening, We shall soon give up any thought of knowing and understanding them. In the lives of emperors there is a momentīoundless extension of territories we have conquered, The greatest leaps of imagnation in modern poetry. ![]() Kublai Khan's empire as Marco Polo describes them to him. Lyrical prose poems, each covering the unique soul of different cities in Topics: | fiction | poetry | italian | semantics Book unexamined is wasting trees Invisible Cities Italo Calvino and William Weaver (tr.) ![]()
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