Bronze Trumpets And Sea Water--On Turning Latin Into English

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Title:     Bronze Trumpets And Sea Water--On Turning Latin Into English
Author: Elinor Wylie [More Titles by Wylie]

Alembics turn to stranger things
Strange things, but never while we live
Shall magic turn this bronze that sings
To singing water in a sieve.

The trumpeters of Caesar's guard
Salute his rigorous bastions
With ordered bruit; the bronze is hard
Though there is silver in the bronze.

Our mutable tongue is like the sea,
Curled wave and shattering thunder-fit;
Dangle in strings of sand shall be
Who smooths the ripples out of it.

[The end]
Elinor Wylie's poem: Bronze Trumpets And Sea Water--On Turning Latin Into English

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