O the sky, the pulsing sky! With colors in a whirlwind, It trembles above the landscape, Its breath burns in misty waves.

Let us hurl ourselves at the grass, And let the rivers whistle joyfully, Like a symphony,- mechanical, yet wild, Fusing fluid music with vibrant reflections.

These structures of granite and steel Arise amidst the sacred chorus — They sing with the pulse of machines, Deep within the veins of nature’s metamorphosis.

O beautiful wildness!
With rhythm and with charm!
Our metal will conquer, Sculpting fierce dreams from the clay of Earth!

• FT Marinetti