Dialect Poetry of Southern Italy (Italian Poetry in Translation Book 2)

The First Moon

Here is the first moon of Summer,
my love, and now that I’ve returned
I’ve come to make good on my vow of old:
Yours is the first moon of Summer!
Down a backwoods road, like a newcomer
I cry out, to anyone who would be told:
My love’s denied me, left me spurned.
(Translated by Anthony Molino)