Salvatore Quasimodo – Alle fronde dei salici/On the branches of the willows
Edward Burne-Jones, The Love Song, 1877 And how could we have sung with the foreign foot on our heart, among the dead abandoned in the squares on the grass set hard with ice, at the lamb-like cry of children, at the black howl of the mother advancing on her son crucified on the telegraph pole? …
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