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"Rime Nuove", by G. Carducci, cover 1887 www.casacarducci.it - copyright © 2005 |
The Ancient Lament, by Giosue Carducci, from New Rhymes, 1887
The tree you used to reach
your infant's hand out to,
the verdant pomegranate
with pretty vermilion flowers,
in the mute solitary orchard
has now just turned green
for June is restoring it
with light and warmth.
You, blossom of my own
shaken and parched tree,
you, of my vain life
ultimate and only flower,
lay in the chilly ground,
lay in the black ground;
neither can the sun gladden you
nor love awaken you again.
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