a short site about The Divine Comedy

English version

Count Grassi's Passage Over Piedmont

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Below the Po rolls slow from Alps to Adriatic Sea,
Blow old bellows, blow,
Blow old bellows, blow,
Take us where you will.
Take us where you will.
Padua,
Padua,
Genoa,
Genoa,
Corsica,
Corsica,
Catalonia,
Catalonia,
O Segovia.
O Segovia.
O unfathomable firmament.
O unfathomable firmament.

That we should set a course
That we should set a course
Between the two,
Between the two,
Clinging only to
Clinging only to
Our orb of blue and red,
Our orb of blue and red,
Like Romanovs
Like Romanovs
To a Faberge egg.
To a Faberge egg.
Push Sisyphus, push,
Heave our sphere into the heavens.

If I’m to die then let it be in summertime
In a manner of my own choosing,
To fall from a great height
To fall from a great height
On a warm July afternoon.
On a July afternoon.
Liverwurst,
Liverwurst,
Battenberg,
Battenberg,
Emmental,
Emmental,
Syllabub,
Syllabub,
Muscadet.
Muscadet.
Throw it away,
We need more height,
Toss it all over the side.
Throw it all away
O Newton, release this apple from its earthly shackles.
And live to fight another day.

“Go back from whence you came”,
“Go back from whence you came”,
The swallows cry;
The swallows cry;
“You’ve corrupted
“You’ve corrupted
And befouled the ground you walk upon.
And befouled the ground you walk upon.
And now you come
And now you come
To poison the skies.”
To poison the skies.”
Please friends, forgive this intrusion.
Please forgive this brief intrusion.