Władysław Tarnowski

“ O Rome! Rome! murderess of peoples
You be a monument of the resurrection of the peoples!
O Rome! own skeleton blames you,
Damned your actions until end of the days!
From the ruins of the temple
I see how there the sun of your glory setting in a blood!
At night, I asked catacombs about the glory
The drops which fall from boulders onto boulders
I greeted the triumph of the will in captivity!
And from via Appia I took (at the ruins) illusions
Which fall
A little flower... which today was brought [4] by the toils of so many centuries ... ”

“ Which Master Angelo [6] covered Peter's rock
I called “The Last Judgment” as a witness! ...
O! Holy Spirit! dove of captivity
Get out! White wing
Take from the female Eagle!.. and stand up from what hurts us !. ”