Dapei
here in this oasis in S. Nicander
lay soft and fragrant grass
aim
inflated peace
that short stretch House
crossed. Here in the sweet season
cooled in air without passions nor anxieties corrugated
to enjoy the theater of people daily in the shadow of Tower
fair
proud
and protected from the arms experts of the Church which are the symbols of
my countrymen.
O gentle little village lying in this valley surrounded by mountains
framework
sweet little dear
who naively simple, accept
the faces of your people
the mottos of the boys who play on the square
the lapping of women in the singing fountain
birds and peasant
shepherds and flocks
and smoking chimneys of unhealthy
or angry faces of the pundits
noise exhausting workshops
traffic and smog of city pride
what I want to stay here with you
to enjoy.
But the eternal law binds me to
away to fight and perhaps
to suffer needlessly.
You then this child often
nomerai
keep stretching out your arms and just
he will return
e. .. if you can not narrate
with friends
Te
sing your mountains and your downstream
the perennial appeal to small
immense
your joys and you'll be in her heart forever
everywhere dream of peace.
Today Sunday
and your son has just returned after a long time
from a far country and his troubled mind
almost paid off from that world is reborn today
here on this hill of S. Nicander
your life in this simple celebration of your
greeted by the merry bells
swallows
playing as your kids health
filled by people who go to Mass on this day
singing hosanna to God that
that put them over these mountains to live
to appear in her eyes
sincere that I could never forget.
It 's true
the poet is feeling the poet is like the sun that passes
insensitive to air and water
the poet's love is like an apparition
just because the fire may spread its pastures
... You and
...
and you are not just an apparition.
Valle Agricola, 1973
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