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Peace is written on the doorstep / In lava.
Peace, black peace congealed. / My heart will know no peace / Till the hill bursts.
Brilliant, intolerable lava / Brilliant as a powerful burning-glass / Walking like a royal snake down the mountain towards the sea.
Forests, cities, bridges / Gone again in the bright trail of lava. / Naxos thousands of feet below the olive-roots, / And now the olive leaves thousands of feet below the lava fire.
Peace congealed in black lava on the doorstep. / Within, white-hot lava, never at peace / Till it burst forth blinding, withering the earth; / To set again into rock / Grey-black rock.
Call it Peace? / _Taormina._