Classic and Contemporary Poetry
IN TUSCANY: TUSCAN HILLS, by CORA RANDALL FABBRI First Line: My friend and I, we climbed together Last Line: Yet me she has forgother lover. Subject(s): Italy; Italians | ||||||||
MY Friend and I, we climbed together Sweet-scented hill-sides covered over With clusters of the lilac heather; Around us was the fair Spring weather. She was my friend, I was her lover. Above us was that perfect heaven One only sees in Tuscany. Below us was the valley, riven With budding vineyards green and even, Far-stretching like a Summer sea. She heard sweet music from the thrushes, I, from her voice, that softer grew When swift the birds sprang from the bushes, And in those sudden, tender hushes We only talked as friends might do. O scented hills we climbed together! O blue, far sky that bent above her! She never will forget that heather, That Tuscan day, that soft Spring weather, Yet me she has forgother lover. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...1851: A MESSAGE TO DENMARK HILL by RICHARD HOWARD TONIGHT THE HEART-SHAPED LEAVES by JAN HELLER LEVI JEWISH GRAVEYARDS, ITALY by PHILIP LEVINE SAILING HOME FROM RAPALLO by ROBERT LOWELL SUNLIGHT AND SHADOW by LISEL MUELLER HOW DUKE VALENTINE CONTRIVED by BASIL BUNTING FRAGMENTS FROM ITALY: 1 by JOHN CIARDI A PORTRAIT by CORA RANDALL FABBRI |
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