Farewell, darlings,
General Nobile's sailing in his airship
to a glittering death...
whoever knows the journey's end
as he sets out is there already,
wafted on his wing-stubs;
farewell, doubters - smiles on your lips
like the imprints of horse-bits:
"'he'll never get there this way" -
"get there" - as if "there" were
some place;
in one day you can only manage a day's journey ...
Arto Melleri
from a poem Ilmalaiva Italia/ The Airship Italia
translation from Finnish Herbert Lomas
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