Holy Saturday
...(after Giosue Carducci)
Yes, even youth seems new, this shiny day
of joy. It's April, clean and green and clear!
The bells are clanging, merrily, all the way
to far-off hills, proclaiming Ea...
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Categories:
carducci, faith,
Form: Sonnet
A Dream of Summer
...(after Giosue Carducci)
I dreamed of gentle things. My freshman year,
a room where sun poured in, freedom from books,
the thundering carts on cobbles in the via,
a wreath of sorghum round my...
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Categories:
carducci, nostalgia,
Form: Quatrain