This is my favorite poem. tree toward which
The little girl, hand,
Green pomegranate
Da 'beautiful scarlet flowers
in silent solitary garden
Greening everything just now and June
restores the light of and heat. You
flower of my plant
beaten and withered, useless life
Tu de l'
extremely unique flowers, they're
the cold earth, the earth they're
negra;
Neither the sun nor more you glad you
awakens love.
I liked the first time I read as a child when I had to study it by heart, then a few years later I discovered the reason that inspired and that, where possible, made me appreciate even more. . The author
Carducci, was written after the death in November 1870, his son Dante died just three years because of typhoid.
It 's a very serious blow to the Carducci that just nine months earlier he had also lost his mother.
His pain is well represented by this excerpt from a letter:
" ... In February, my poor mother, and now my baby, the beginning and the end of life and affects. "
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