CODEX F.D95B33FC ·META ·EYES
Folio d95b33fc
Italiano
The king’s falconer brought a goshawk today, its yellow eyes like two drops of oil shaken from a lamp. I held the leathered jesses and felt the quick pulse there, the living coil of will that is neither brute nor angel, but a third thing—una cosa terza—that the eye cannot resolve, only the hand remember when the page is open and the candle gutters.
English
Today the king’s falconer brought a goshawk, its yellow eyes like two drops of oil shaken from a lamp. I held the leathered jesses and felt the quick pulse there, the living coil of will that is neither brute nor angel, but a third thing—una cosa terza—that the eye cannot resolve, only the hand remember when the page is open and the candle gutters.
