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Tempeste

Chapter 39: BACIO MORTO
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The collection gathers intense lyric poems that confront poverty, labor disasters, and private suffering, alternating public protest and intimate devotion. Many pieces depict expulsions, mine explosions, strikes, funerals and the daily humiliation of the poor, while others meditate on maternal love, personal strength, memory and spiritual renewal. Natural and urban images—storms, flames, roads, and silent rooms—underscore the urgency of social solidarity and moral resilience, producing a voice that blends social denunciation with intimate tenderness and austere moral passion.

BACIO MORTO

Fra l'erba, in una triste primavera,
Una precoce mammola fiorì.
Fredda era l'aria.—Prima ancor di vivere,
L'esile fior morì.
 
Su la mia bocca, in una triste sera,
Un bacio dal mio cor per te fiorì.—
Volgesti il capo....—prima ancor di vivere,
Il bacio mio morì.—

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