#versigiusti (part 4 of 4) (Giuseppe Giusti. Published and unpublished verses. Florence, Felice Le Monnier, 1852.) ochhio that tomorrow I leave with surprise interrogations.
MITTELEUROCK -Patrizia 'ZZANI And when he fell silent, he left me pondering
Of thoughts stronger and sweeter.
These ones, I said to myself, Fearful king
Of the Italian movements and the Slavs,
Tears from their roofs, and here without rest
Drives slaves to keep us slaves;
Drives them from Croatia and Bohemia,
Like herds to winter in the Maremme.
To hard life, to hard discipline,
Mute, derided, they stand alone,
Blind tools of a watchful robbery
That does not touch them and perhaps they do not know:
And this hatred that never draws near
The Lombard people to the Alemannic,
Is useful to those who reign by dividing, and fear
Opposing peoples bound together.
Poor people! far from their own,
In a country here that wishes them ill,
Who knows that deep in their soul might later
Not send the principal to that place!
A game they have in their pockets like we do. —
Here, if I do not flee, I embrace a Corporal,
With his brave hazel staff,
Hard and planted there like a stake.
