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

(Marcin) #1
My Beauty Loves Me

“My beauty loves me, always smiles at me;
she answers when I call her all the time.
“My beauty lacks one thing: belief in me;
she can’t believe how much I truly love her.”
“My beauty is a mirror where you can
admire your image always present there.”
“My joy is visible and yet is hidden:
it’s springtime in the the midst of winter.”
“I conquered in the struggle against love,
through a courageous deed, exactly like
the expert hunter who just saw and fired.
“My stalwart soul is waiting for it knows
that love is stronger when there’s suffering,
just like a flame that’s burning in the dark.”
(Translated by Gaetano Cipolla)

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