Classic Poem

C E are cities! It is a people who have mounted the Alleghenies and the Lebanons dream! Cottages crystal and wood move on rails and pulleys invisible. Old craters girded colossi and copper palm trees roar melodiously in the fires. Amorous celebrations ring hanging on behind the chalets channels. Hunting chimes crying in the gorge. Corporate giants singers flock in clothes and bright banners as light crown. On platforms amid the chasms, the Rolands sound bravery. On the catwalks of the abyss and the roofs of hostels, the heat of heaven pavoise masts. The collapse apotheoses joined fields heights where seraphic centauresses evolve from avalanches. Above the level of the highest peaks, a troubled sea eternal Birth of Venus, loaded fleet orpheoniques and bustle of pearls and precious conch, sea sometimes darkens with deadly shrapnel. On the slopes, harvest large flowers as our arms and cuts roar. Processions Mabs dresses redheads, opaline, climb gullies. Up there, feet in the waterfall and brambles, deer suckling Diane. The Bacchae suburbs sob and moon burns and screams. Venus enters caves blacksmiths and hermits. Groups belfries sing the ideas of the people. Castles built of bones fate unknown music. All the legends evolve and elk flock in towns. Paradise thunderstorms collapses. Wild dancing constantly Days Night. And an hour, I went down into the movement of a boulevard in Baghdad where companies have sung the joy of new work under a thick breeze flowing without power evade the ghosts of great mountains where we had to find .
What good arms, what a great time I make this region from which my sleep and my every move?