BROWSE Columns
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When Man was not but found in those who lived
And verse was still to sing old reigns and seas,
Some stood on gracious hills of Aegean washed
And star’d at Creation - the Author and his deeds.
In silent winds, their faces grave and still
For kingdoms lost, of Love and heroes’ wraths;
For blind songs, roams of fragile memories;
For epics cast in fickle Time, airy among His grasp!
They venture to conceive Nature’s designs,
To carve in stone the lyre and its truths.
With brave hands, they sketched amongst the skies,
And covered mount Helicon with Apollo's youths.
Seas grew still for mortal eyes, that found
Fables anew… And thus, the plot began: 'O, Muse…'
Antonio Melloni (Buenos Aires, 1997) has published poems, short stories, and translations in various Latin American and European journals. His first book, Vientos del norte, was released in 2025 by Caburé Editorial. Currently, he specializes in the work of Bartolomé Mitre—specifically his translation of the Divine Comedy and its impact on Argentine literature. He also works at MALBA, where he designs workshops exploring the intersections between art and literature.
