Classic and Contemporary Poetry
MONTALVO, by KATHLEEN NORRIS (1880-1966) First Line: Italy is your mother; yours the blood Last Line: Find old-world beauty and find new-world hope? Alternate Author Name(s): Norris, Kathleen Thompson Subject(s): Italian Americans | ||||||||
Italy is your mother; yours the blood. Beneath a sky as blue as Parma's own, On foothills fair as Genoa's, you have grown True, strangely, to your race. The conquered wood Creeps from you westward into solitude: Ilex throws shade on terraced lawns new-mown, And fountains, whence the doves have dipped and flown, Sing still of their Sicilian parenthood. O gallant weary traveler, whose name Is lent to this white dream made manifest Montalvo! Musing on this wooded slope, Saw you these courts, these parrots plumed in flame, This roof 'neath which a pilgrim might, at rest, Find old-world beauty and find new-world hope? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PAGEANT; LOS GATOS, JUNE, 1925 by KATHLEEN NORRIS (1880-1966) THE SHELL TO THE PEARL by LOUIS UNTERMEYER GREENES FUNERALLS: SONNET 3 by RICHARD BARNFIELD TO SIMPLICITY by MATILDA BARBARA BETHAM-EDWARDS RUDEL TO THE LADY OF TRIPOLI by ROBERT BROWNING FACES IN THE NIGHT by WILLIAM A. BYRNE ENTERTAINMENT GIVEN BY LORD KNOWLES: SONG BY THE GARDNER'S BOY AND MAN by THOMAS CAMPION A SONG OF SYRINX by PATRICK REGINALD CHALMERS |
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