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“In faith I hear a whisper in the trees,
a bitter odor billows toward my face;
but in the open azure there is not a breeze,
the peaks all sleep in a hazy light’s embrace.

Alike a veil of dreams it falls
in beams and into my vigil breaks;
a sweet languor within me sprawls�
My heart itself—it wakes!

In faith I hear a whisper in the air as it sweeps:
secrets sparkling from the waters unto the shore;
but the wind does not stir upon the deeps,
the poets� mandolas play no more.

(Trans. Michael Shindler)”
― Gabriele D'Annunzio

“How beautiful it is to swim in the tank!â€� He said after a while. “The water is so serene. And yet, when one thinks of it, the sea is no less impressive, when a thousand billows beat against the earth and still do it no injury.”
― Mukta Singh-Zocchi, The Thugs & a Courtesan

“We have the geometry
of billows as prayer, the fen-
nel-scented sky, hoarfrost.”
― Sneha Subramanian Kanta