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

(Marcin) #1
(Cont.d)

a lamp far down,
the smell of incense...and I felt
so distant, so far away from this world.
I said to myself:
“surely this is the realm of enchantments.”
Meanwhile not a soul was stirring.
When I looked up
and saw that splendor on the walls,
who can express what I felt then?
You were there:
silent, serene, great and majestic.
You, the true light of humanity...
The blue air,
your open blue eyes were glowing,
a tranquil and deep sea, and your gestures
calm, serene,
were saying: “I am the Lord
who am in heaven and He who keeps me
by His side
is the Father of all: I am that God
who made a world out of nothing...
But from the wall,

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