<h3> <SPAN name="trumpets"></SPAN> BRONZE TRUMPETS AND SEA WATER--<br/> ON TURNING LATIN INTO ENGLISH<br/> </h3>
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Alembics turn to stranger things<br/>
Strange things, but never while we live<br/>
Shall magic turn this bronze that sings<br/>
To singing water in a sieve.<br/></p>
<p class="poem">
The trumpeters of Caesar's guard<br/>
Salute his rigorous bastions<br/>
With ordered bruit; the bronze is hard<br/>
Though there is silver in the bronze.<br/></p>
<p class="poem">
Our mutable tongue is like the sea,<br/>
Curled wave and shattering thunder-fit;<br/>
Dangle in strings of sand shall be<br/>
Who smooths the ripples out of it.<br/></p>
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