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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
MONTALVO, by KATHLEEN NORRIS (1880-1966) First Line: Italy is your mother; yours the blood Last Line: Find old-world beauty and find new-world hope? Alternate Author Name(s): Norris, Kathleen Thompson Subject(s): Italian Americans | |||
Italy is your mother; yours the blood. Beneath a sky as blue as Parma's own, On foothills fair as Genoa's, you have grown True, strangely, to your race. The conquered wood Creeps from you westward into solitude: Ilex throws shade on terraced lawns new-mown, And fountains, whence the doves have dipped and flown, Sing still of their Sicilian parenthood. O gallant weary traveler, whose name Is lent to this white dream made manifest Montalvo! Musing on this wooded slope, Saw you these courts, these parrots plumed in flame, This roof 'neath which a pilgrim might, at rest, Find old-world beauty and find new-world hope? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PAGEANT; LOS GATOS, JUNE, 1925 by KATHLEEN NORRIS (1880-1966) THE THREE FISHERS by CHARLES KINGSLEY THE DESTRUCTION OF JERUSALEM BY THE BABYLONIAN HORDES by ISAAC ROSENBERG AUTUMN: A DIRGE by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY SEPTEMBER by MAVIS CLARE BARNETT VERSES TO -- --, ON THE FIFTIETH ANNIVERSARY OF THEIR MARRIAGE by BERNARD BARTON LYNTON VERSES: 4. LYNTON TO PORLOCK (EXMOOR) by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN |
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