The Great Bear
The Great Bear, archipelago of the Ocean without
shone long before it was observed,
long before in Chaldea some shepherd roamed
and the anxious souls descended in the bodies.
That remote brightness blindly irradiated
since then is looking at the living mankind;
completely indifferent to the obsessing looks,
over the last of the dead some day it will shine.
You don't have christian air, the devout amazes,
o fatal figure, monotonous and exact,
with seven nails of gold on a black brogade.
Your icy light, the slow precision
disconcert the faith, You are what made me,
perplexed, examinate my prayers at evening.