Immersed in all my interior peace, <br />I visite the dad's grave in a bleak countryside. <br />All around once upon a time the vineyards were everywhere, <br />Now the wood reabsorbs everything. <br />The professor's garden is pleasant with its lemon trees, flowers, high pinetrees.] <br />There you can meet the nice professor's wife, <br />Busy with her plans for the roses. <br />How different this peace is from the other one! <br />Dad was young in his populous countryside, <br />At this moment I think about him. <br />I shall dedicate these Pascoli's lines for him: <br />'Yes: I said my prayers upon you, <br />And wept: nevertheless, you happy who saw <br />The wind pulling nothing but kites down! '<br /><br />Paolo Giuseppe Mazzarello<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ode-to-a-professor/
