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... 'and' a pass. The Bloody

Falce martello e la stella d'Italia
ornano nuovi la sala. Ma quanto
dolore per quel segno su quel muro!

Esce, sorretto dalle grucce, il Prologo.
Saluta al pugno; dice sue parole
perché le donne ridano e i fanciulli
che affollano la povera platea.
Dice, timido ancora, dell'idea
che gli animi affratella; chiude: "E adesso
faccio come i tedeschi: mi ritiro".
Between the Acts, in the cellar, around
park is red glasses to his friend
man, whose wounds heal,
closes the furrows painful, and some came
banishments scary here,
warms to him as if he is cold in the sun.

This is the Theatre of Artigianelli,
which saw the poet in one thousand nine hundred forty-four
,
day of September, which at times
still the cannon roared, and Florence
silent, absorbed in its ruins.

Umberto Saba.