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Masters, Edgar Lee: Francis Turner (Spoon River Anthology - Francis Turner in Italian)

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Spoon River Anthology - Francis Turner (English)

  I could not run or play

  In boyhood.

  In manhood I could only sip the cup,

  Not drink -

  For scarlet-fever left my heart diseased.

  Yet I lie here

  Soothed by a secret none but Mary knows:

  There is a garden of acacia,

  Catalpa trees, and arbors sweet with vines -

  There on that afternoon in June

  By Mary's side -

  Kissing her with my soul upon my lips

  It suddenly took flight.



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Francis Turner (Italian)

Non potevo correre o giocare

da ragazzo.

Da uomo potevo solo sorseggiare dalla coppa,

non bere -

perchè la scarlattina mi aveva lasciato il cuore malato.

Ora giaccio qui confortato

da un segreto che nessuno tranne Mary conosce:

c'è un giardino di acacie,

di catalpe, e di pergole dolci di viti -

là quel pomeriggio di giugno

al fianco di Mary -

baciandola con l'anima sulle labbra

all'improvviso questa prese il volo.



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