Now in the Mayday twilight O'er the bright skies pearl-coloured clouds float through the emerald space, While on the shore the wavelets Lightly take hands, rise and subside, dance like enamoured naiads. Into such a scene on the last day of May roared the poet in his speed boat. Like a mad modernist, scoffing at his own lyrics, Gabriele d'Annunzio disturbed the waters of Lake Garda (in the Italian lake district), annoyed ladies and gentlemen lolling in boats covered with bright awnings. He detests fat people and, what is more, he...
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