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poems of the Renaissance Unity of Italy

The Spigolatrice Sapri

were three hundred, they were young and strong, and they died!
I was going to glean
one morning when I saw a boat in the sea:
was a boat that was steam
and raised a flag.
the island of Ponza has stopped, has been a
little and then returned;
has run and came back to earth;
went down with their arms, and we did not make war.

were three hundred, they were young and strong, and they died!
went down with their arms, and we have not made war, but
s'inchinaron to kiss the ground.
One by one I watched them in the face:
all had a tear and a smile. Li said they
thieves out of their holes:
but not carried away even a bread
and heard them send a single cry: We have come to die
PEL our beach.

were three hundred, they were young and strong, and they died!
With blue eyes and golden hair
with a young man walking ahead of them.
I made bold and took him by the hand,
I asked him - where you go, handsome captain? -
He looked at me and said: - O my sister,
'm going to die for my country better. -
I felt all my heart tremble,
I could not tell him - V'aiuti 'the Lord! -

were three hundred, they were young and strong, and they died!
That day I forgot to glean,
and after them I went to go:
scontraron it twice with them policemen, and to each other
strips them of arms.
fur But when the walls of the Certosa,
s'udiron playing trumpets and drums, and
between 'the smoke and sparks and shooting
piombaron upon them over a thousand.

were three hundred, they were young and strong, and they died!
were three hundred would not flee, and took three thousand
seemed to die;
but wanted to die by the sword in his hand, and
blood ran ahead of their plan;
fun fight him I saw that I prayed for them, but suddenly I was less
no more I looked, I saw no more of
among them
those blue eyes and that hair of gold.
were three hundred, they were young and strong, and they died!
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Louis Mercantini