tree toward which the little girl hand, the
pomegranate green
from 'beautiful scarlet flowers, garden
in silent solitary
revive everything just now and June
restores the light and heat. You
flower of my plant
beaten and withered, useless life
you de l'extreme
single flower,
art in the cold earth,
art in the land negra
neither the sun nor
more you glad you love awakens.
Poem written in 1871 in memory of her son Dante
Carducci (Valdicastello, July 27, 1835 - Bologna, February 16, 1907)
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