De uil van Minerva vliegt pas uit bij het invallen van de duisternis.

The owl of Minerva first begins her flight with the onset of dusk.

The owl of Minerva begins its flight only with the coming of the dusk.

Minerva's owl spreads its wings at nightfall.

The owl of Minerva spreads its wings only with the falling of the dusk.

Once let the Angel blow! — A peal from the parted heaven, The first of seven! For the time is come that was foretold So long ago! As the avalanche gathers, huge and cold, From the down of the harmless snow, The years and the ages gather and hang Till the day when the word is spoken: When they that dwell in the end of time Are smitten alike for the early crime, As the vials of wrath are broken!

The shell must break before the bird can fly.

Yes, let the Angel blow! A peal from the parted heaven, The first of seven!— The warning, not yet the sign, of woe! That men arise And look about them with wakened eyes, Behold on their garments the dust and slime, Refrain, forbear, Accept the weight of a nobler care And take reproach from the fallen time!

A small night storm blows
Saying ‘falling is the essence of a flower’
Preceding those who hesitate

Come, quando i vapori umidi e spessi
A diradar cominciansi, la spera
Del sol debilemente entra per essi....

In eras when authority or at least specific authorities have been questioned, there is more tendency to examine the roots of and the need for authority. The owl of Minerva flies not in the dusk but in the storm.