Summer Dream by Giosuè Carducci
Poem "Summer Dream" by Giosuè Carducci Tags: Summer Between the battles, Homer, always ringing in your poem the hot hour overcame me: I bowed my head in sleep on the shore of Scamander, but my heart fled me on the Tyrrhenian. I dreamed, placid things of my new years I dreamed. No more books: the room from the hot July sun, dazed by the wagons rolling on the cobblestones of the city, broadsides: rising around my hills, dear wild hills that young april rifioría. He was going down the beach with fresh murmurs a gush while becoming a river: my mother walked along the river prosperous over the years, drawing a baby by hand whose golden locks shone on her white shoulders. The little boy went with a small step of glory, proud of maternal love, struck in the heart from that immense feast that the alma nature sang. But the bells rang up from the castle announcing Christ turning tomorrow to his heavens; and on the peaks and on the plain, for the auras, f
