Autumn
Autumn, dissolve your dry leaves,
let them become dust of dreams,
for in their decay
I find my potency!

Let the skies darken,
and as shadows grow thick
I shall write, your clouds
spooling a golden abyss,
in your embered winds,
it shall stir my heart!

Oh the gentle kiss
of nature on my mind
and the soul of concrete I’ve fashioned!
Every dusk shall plume
with colors of behavior,
every inhale a revolting victory,

for the beauty of the dying
is an eternal reminiscence!

• Marinetti Filippo Tommaso