Sonnet

Carlo Ferrara

 For that I have forgot the world these days, 

To enter at the smokeless lodge, and take 

Life naked at primeval hands, to make 

Clean comrades of large things in mighty ways; 

That I have wrestled with the huge dismays 

Which make the high head bow, the strong heart quake, 

That I have battled for a golden stake, 

Richer by every terror and amaze, -

For that I have forgot the world her cries 

In the vast painted silences, that men 

Have meant me nothing, under the great skies, 

Over the high hills of God’s caress, -

Ye pitying elements! - be with me when 

I kiss the little feet of foolishness.

E. E. Cummings