"TO A GLASS OF FRASCATI WINE Others may feast on the scent of fruits/ by the great river. A lighter fire/ kindles my weary thoughts./ Calm earthly sun, within the clear/ unearthed crystal, changeable gold,/ day that never darkens,/ here you redeem me from the late/ humility of my life, from the joys/ overcome by lazy sleep, from the black/ prison of my blood. You tell me again/ the lost time and the ancient color/ of my childhood. You sing to me again/ your ancient reason, made music."
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