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Village Village by Daniele Giancane
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Village village of low set houses,

winding round the castle,

where images of saints

and children’s cries

             are interwoven in the lanes 

 

Village of almonds spread on nets,

of figs on sale in front of houses,

village of terraces

and lanes that get lost

in groves full of olives 

 

In the main square

the clock on the tower,

the deals, the promises of love,

the cassarmonica for the patron saint’s festival 

 

Village village ancient and modern,

                   old and progressive,

its women poised

between obedience and new roles,

the young between the Sunday stroll and the discos 

 

Village balancing,

sweet with nuts and ice-creams 

 

and stories told

in the heart of the night, amidst ashes that warmly

ferment in the hearths…

 

(Translation by Susan Perry)

 

From Marcia di utopia (1987)

© Ed. Forum, Forlì

Scorrano (Lecce). Cassarmonica set up for the feast of the patron saint.
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