Marinetti Filippo Tommaso - Ode to the Air

Ode to the Air Odorless, invisible, dread air Alive with feverish adrenaline

the blade of a lower-cutting angel riding the frantic waves of the heavens,

whole volumes of the whiteness of snow prepare us for the steep communion with the grass of our beating hearts!

Air! Air! Air! You alight within a gunshot now!
We shall scorn your martyrdom of ash with joy!

We shall breathe your space, your freshness,
we shall fill nostrils with the music of storms!

Fragile glories of life, slow as death, A happiness gone wild!

Oh hell, cheers for the air! And cheers for our butterfly ambitions!