Beautiful and sovereign Cleverness may be
May be but not defenseless
We were able to look at ourselves with a critical eye
XII
Neoclassicism - K. suddenly says - was an episode
An important lesson and a good one Even though an episode
One can no longer play in literature
One should pass beyond it It was a school
Of Rigor and discipline of Certain I'd say
Intellectual responsibility that taught one honesty
XIII
It's April And the devastated mind is
On the edge of spring And scarlet sage is not blooming
In the squares And empty cafe gardens And
What will come of it And the poem doesn't come together
According to the old syntax For according to the old syntax
The world doesn't come together
It's April And metaphysics that is being realized
And music that's expiring Ice is exploding
On the Vistula The panes shake And there's the street
landscape
Where snow falls with rain And the wind
(It alone is ubiquitous) And the woman who passed
Like scent And your flesh that I'm forgetting That
And yet I'm sorry - thinks A. -late
Byzantium Ravenna and Ostend
Alps that lost their whiteness in so many poems
