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

I Sing, I Laugh and Weep

With these eyes without light
I run barefoot
in a silence
that gives no pain.
The lamp of my heart
barely
lights the way
and I sing every sigh
with the guitar hidden
and without strings.
I am a torch
for the seekers of light;
a soft bed
for those who seek peace;
I am a cool fountain
for the thirsty.
I sing,
I laugh I weep
when tired
I start singing again.
I am a poet,
who reaps love and pain