A woman in mourning goes to a funeral with a child in her arms: <br />This painting is called Italian Landscape, by Ben Shahn. <br />One day, if you will not be on the run among many people, Lesbia, <br />I shall look at you near my tomb <br />In that land where my love lasted as a log in the fireside. <br />Saint Peter's Square, where you see only one column though they are thousand; <br />One day the Bersaglieres made a hole in the wall to shrink the Pope; <br />The Swiss Guards did not take offence, either. <br />Shrinked Italy itself, which shot so close to Pietà and Moses of Michelangelo, <br />While the Virgin of the Rocks repaired to the Louvre. Country on the beach. <br />A government a month, taxes all the year. The Dante's remains rest in Ravenna. <br />'Voej ese Alpin - I want to become Alpino' said a kid, <br />Then he knew the Alpinos' killers. <br />In sunny Romagna, the child Nick wears a light violet bandana <br />On his blond hair, among the green vines. <br />One night in a dark old place, the Leopard asked the stars questions about his dying hour. <br />In Little Italy, the restaurants are empty. <br />I ask the stars when you will be back home.<br /><br />Paolo Giuseppe Mazzarello<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/little-italy/
