Who's IN with me? To stay in Montale's home would be a dr...

Who's IN with me? To stay in Montale's home would be a dream come true:
Haul your paper boats to the parched shore, and then to sleep,little commodore: may you never hearswarms of evil spirits putting in.
The owl flits in the walled orchard,a pall of smoke lies heavy on the roof.The moment that spoils months of labor is here:now the secret crack, now the ravaging gust.
The crack widens, unheard perhaps.The builder hears his sentence passed.Now only the sheltered boat is safe.Beach your fleet...