For Simon Rodia
To the unknown, indefatigable,
Stumbling toward some existent light,
With your hands you have built towers,
Towers alone you smite.
Within the darkness thou hast labored,
Thou hast cast thy light.
To the man, the hammer, the chisel,
To the spires that they bring,
But more so to a conquering spirit,
With which a man is give.
The spirit of self hewn horizons,
Horizons he sees and wills to live.
To the man, the spirit, and the hammer,
To the courage it brings,