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

The Convent

In the forest
in the dark,
amid kisses,
with their hisses
in the music
with its whistling
the heart sings
from the shade...
Over there
in Molise
(almost hanging
on a hill)
there’s a Convent
that can fill
all the people
of this world.
There you eat
all you want,
you play music
with the wind;
even mice
can carry fleas: