This is far better, but a true poet is rarely at his best in the expression of personal antagonism. Admiration and delight create beauty.
"Like a gondola of green scented fruits
Drifting along the dark canals at Venice,
You, O exquisite one,
Have entered my desolate city.
The blue smoke leaps
Like swirling clouds of birds vanishing.
So my love leaps forth towards you,
Vanishes and is renewed.
The flower which the wind has shaken
Is soon filled again with rain,
So does my heart fill slowly with tears
Until you return."
Sensitive to beauty, yet a trifle over-ingenious; let us sample him in a more objective mood.
THE FAUN SEES SNOW FOR THE FIRST TIME
Zeus,
Brazen-thunder-hurler,
Cloud-whirler, son-of-Kronos,
Send vengeance on these Oreads
Who strew
White frozen flecks of mist and cloud
Over the brown trees and the tufted grass
Of the meadows, where the stream
Runs black through shining banks
Of bluish white.
Zeus,
Are the halls of heaven broken up
That you flake down upon me
Feather-strips of marble?
