Poets! Towers of God! You bear storms that are infernal like a jagged mountain rage, like a heavenly lightning rod, breakwaters of the eternal, high summits that will never change! Hope with its magic announces the day when, thrown against the shoals of harmony, the treacherous mermaid will pa** away. But wait, and don't lose your patience with me! Be patient with me. The bestial crowd takes great solace
in its hatred of sacred poetry, hurling insults regardless of their race. The insurrection from beneath always targets the elite. The cannibals with their red gums and teeth love and covet their bloody chunk of meat. Over that evil and that suspicion, towers, let your smile be flag and country. Be proud and let the slightest hint of wind bring you the composure of sky and sea.