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

Little Homeland

Only a bit of blue,
the eye of the sun that shines
making the fields green again
and there is no more winter
no more stifling heat.
Everything is sweet as the caress
of the first girl
you loved
in your youth,
as the eyes of the woman
you dreamed of as a young man
in the late sunset
within a golden halo.
Little homeland!
My world, my universe.
My present, my past,
my dying
in a long
embrace of peace,
of happiness.
So everyday my heart
is born in you again with the first light,