Do not compare: what lives is incomparable.
I felt a a kind of tender fear
as I took on the plains' equality
and the wide sky became my malady.
I summoned the air, my serving man,
expected from him services or news,
made ready to set out, sail on the arc
of expeditions that could never start.
Where I have most sky I am glad to roam,
and a bright sadness will not let me leave
Voronezh and its adolescent hills
for the clear human hills of Tuscany.
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