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Poetry & Music

S 'i' was fire, arderei 'the world

S' i 'was fire , arderei 'the world;
s' i 'was wind, storms;
s' i 'were water, the' drowning,
s 'i' was God, mandereil 'en deep
s' i 'was Pope,' then joyful, because
tutt 'Christians Imbrighi;
s' i' was' mperator, you know 'what to do?
the head to cut off all round.
S 'i' was dead, andarei by my father;
s' i 'was life, flee from him:
faria similarly to me' mother.
S 'i' was Ben, with 'i' is and was, I
torreo and graceful young women, old and ugly and
Lassere others.
Cecco Angiolieri

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The most beautiful

I.
But most beautiful of all the Island not-Found:
that the King of Spain s'ebbe
by his cousin the King of Portugal signed sugellata
bulla and the Pope in Latin Gothic. The Infante

sailed PEL fabulous kingdom, saw the successful
: Iunonia, Gorgo, and Hera
Sargasso Sea and the Sea of \u200b\u200bDarkness
island looking for ... But the island was not there.

vain bulging sails round the galleys, caravels
armed vain the bow:
peace with the Pontiff the island is hidden, and
Portugal and Spain still looking.

II.
The island exists. Sometimes seems far away
between Teneriffe and Palma, suffused with mystery
"... the island-not found!" Good Canaria
the top of Peak Teyde additive to the stranger. The

mark the old maps of pirates.
... Hifola by - trovarfi? ... Hifola pilgrim? ...
is the enchanted island that slides on the seas, the sailors
sometimes seen near ...

shave with bows that blessed shore:
among flowers never seen towering palms sums
the smells heavenly forest, dense and alive, tear
cardamom, oozing gums ...

being announced with the scent, like a courtesan,
Island Not-Found ... But if the pilot progresses,
rapidly disappears as vain semblance, of blue color is tinged
of distance ... Guido Gozzano

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Dance in F sharp minor

I am I am of you all I'm

death and crown harbor, I am of you all
mistress
and so are cruel, are so strong and lasts
I do not stop your walls ... I'm
x2
death and crown harbor, I
are you all mistress
and sickle in front of my head and you'll have to bow
of 'Dark step to go to death.

You're the guest of honor at the ball that we play for you,
puts the sickle dance round and round and round
a dance and then another
time and you are no longer a lady. Angelo Branduardi

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poems

Sonnet The sonnet is a short poem, especially typical of Italian literature, whose name derives from the Provençal SONET (sound, melody) that generally refers to a song with the accompaniment of music. In its
typical form, is composed of fourteen lines divided into two eleven-syllable quatrains ("front") in alternate rhyme or cross and two triplets (Sirma) varies in rhyme.

Lyric

The song is a lyric poem consisting of a variable number of verses that room (usually 4, 5 or 6). Each stanza consists of two parts, one that divided up front with an identical number of ways and with equal provision of verse (rhyme scheme, however, can vary), the other, called the tail or Sirma, can remain as in the Canzoniere Francesco Petrarca, undivided or divided into two parts called times, that is structurally identical periods metric as in the case of the feet. Front Sirma and are usually joined by a line called the key. [1]. At the end of the song may be a period of leave which is the shortest verse in a metrical structure with a shot from the queue. Generally
the verses that make up the song are mixed with seven-and eleven-syllable rhymes are normally arranged so that the key (the first line of Sirma, also called dies), rhymes with the last line of the forehead. The
canson considered by the Provencal lyric genre par excellence, in fact, the Provencal troubadours, who were used to compose the music and words together, they considered the inseparable unity of verse and son, that of speech and melody, being accustomed to learn in a vigorous way to compose verse and composing music.