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Crossing the Tuscan Maremma

Sweet land, from whence I derive

My habit of pride and my scornful song

And this bosom where hate and love are never appeased,

When I return to you, my heart leaps after so long.

I rediscover your familiar forms,

And through uncertain eyes, through smiles and tears,

Follow the errant tracks of dreams

That lead to my youthful enchantment with you.

Oh, what I loved, what I dreamed was in vain,

After so much wandering, I never reached the end,

And tomorrow I’ll die. But from afar

Your hills fill my heart with hope,

Steaming with mist and the green plains

Lovely in the morning rains.

Giosuè Carducci

Rime Nuove, XVI (Trans. Elena Giustarini)