De Rerum Natura
Lucretius
Lucretius. De Rerum Natura. William Ellery Leonard. E. P. Dutton. 1916.
- And, again,
- In following wise all things seem oft to quake
- At shock of heavy thunder, and mightiest walls
- Of the wide reaches of the upper world
- There on the instant to have sprung apart,
- Riven asunder, what time a gathered blast
- Of the fierce hurricane hath all at once
- Twisted its way into a mass of clouds,
- And, there enclosed, ever more and more
- Compelleth by its spinning whirl the cloud
- To grow all hollow with a thickened crust
- Surrounding; for thereafter, when the force
- And the keen onset of the wind have weakened
- That crust, lo, then the cloud, to-split in twain,
- Gives forth a hideous crash with bang and boom.
- No marvel this; since oft a bladder small,
- Filled up with air, will, when of sudden burst,
- Give forth a like large sound.
- There's reason, too,
- Why clouds make sounds, as through them blow the winds:
- We see, borne down the sky, oft shapes of clouds
- Rough-edged or branched many forky ways;
- And 'tis the same, as when the sudden flaws
- Of north-west wind through the dense forest blow,
- Making the leaves to sough and limbs to crash.
- It happens too at times that roused force
- Of the fierce hurricane to-rends the cloud,
- Breaking right through it by a front assault;
- For what a blast of wind may do up there
- Is manifest from facts when here on earth
- A blast more gentle yet uptwists tall trees
- And sucks them madly from their deepest roots.
- Besides, among the clouds are waves, and these
- Give, as they roughly break, a rumbling roar;
- As when along deep streams or the great sea
- Breaks the loud surf. It happens, too, whenever
- Out from one cloud into another falls
- The fiery energy of thunderbolt,
- That straightaway the cloud, if full of wet,
- Extinguishes the fire with mighty noise;
- As iron, white from the hot furnaces,
- Sizzles, when speedily we've plunged its glow
- Down the cold water. Further, if a cloud
- More dry receive the fire, 'twill suddenly
- Kindle to flame and burn with monstrous sound,
- As if a flame with whirl of winds should range
- Along the laurel-tressed mountains far,
- Upburning with its vast assault those trees;
- Nor is there aught that in the crackling flame
- Consumes with sound more terrible to man
- Than Delphic laurel of Apollo lord.
- Oft, too, the multitudinous crash of ice
- And down-pour of swift hail gives forth a sound
- Among the mighty clouds on high; for when
- The wind hath packed them close, each mountain mass
- Of rain-cloud, there congealed utterly
- And mixed with hail-stones, breaks and booms...
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