On the Battlefield

By nature undisturbed and always grave
To be just like the sea, that I don't claim
But even though I'm carried by this wave
I try to keep my vision on the aim.
All of these wavelike shafts sent by the foe
Are ripen fruits whose source is in the past
Particularly meant to cause me woe
And not even a moment let me rest.
The driver of this chariot is my fate
Passion is the great foe, freedom the prize
Moving through tortuous paths up to this state
In a final attempt I may surmise:
Had I got some control over the rein
My presence in this war would not be in vain.





Metre: Italian hendecasyllable

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