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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
IN TUSCANY: ANITA, by CORA RANDALL FABBRI First Line: A broad green sea the vineyard lay Last Line: Alas, anita! | |||
A BROAD green sea the vineyard lay; He saw her pass along that way— The fair Anita A little kerchief on her head; A little mouth so small, so red, Had gay Anita. Plaiting the straw and singing sweet, He saw her with her bare brown feet— The fair Anita. "Oh, little joy of Spring," he said, And kissed the mouth so small, so red, Of gay Anita. But when the ripened grapes had come To stain the vines like purple foam (Ah, poor Anita!) He was not there; she did not sing; And all the joy had fled from Spring For fair Anita. Plaiting the straw with sweet lips dumb, She waits, and yet he does not come— Alas, Anita! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A THOUGHT by CORA RANDALL FABBRI A WINTER PIECE by CORA RANDALL FABBRI ABSENCE by CORA RANDALL FABBRI AN OLD MAID by CORA RANDALL FABBRI DECEPTION by CORA RANDALL FABBRI DIED YOUNG by CORA RANDALL FABBRI HEART SONGS by CORA RANDALL FABBRI IN TUSCANY: A SEA-SPELL by CORA RANDALL FABBRI IN TUSCANY: DEAD LEAVES by CORA RANDALL FABBRI |
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