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PIANO DI SORRENTO	A
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Fortu Frotu my beloved one	B
Sit here by my side	A
On my knees put up both little feet	A
I was sure if I tried	A
I could make you laugh spite of Scirocco	C
Now open your eyes	D
Let me keep you amused till he vanish	E
In black from the skies	D
With telling my memories over	F
As you tell your beads	G
All the memories plucked at Sorrento	A
The flowers or the weeds	G
Time for rain for your long hot dry Autumn	H
Had net worked with brown	I
The white skin of each grape on the bunches	J
Marked like a quail's crown	I
Those creatures you make such account of	K
Whose heads specked with white	A
Over brown like a great spider's back	C
As I told you last night	A
Your mother bites off for her supper	F
Red ripe as could be	L
Pomegranates were chapping and splitting	C
In halves on the tree	L
And betwixt the loose walls of great flintstone	M
Or in the thick dust	A
On the path or straight out of the rock side	A
Wherever could thrust	A
Some burnt sprig of bold hardy rock flower	F
Its yellow face up	N
For the prize were great butterflies fighting	C
Some five for one cup	N
So I guessed ere I got up this morning	C
What change was in store	O
By the quick rustle down of the quail nets	P
Which woke me before	O
I could open my shutter made fast	A
With a bough and a stone	M
And look through the twisted dead vine twigs	Q
Sole lattice that's known	M
Quick and sharp rang the rings down the net poles	R
While busy beneath	S
Your priest and his brother tugged at them	T
The rain in their teeth	S
And out upon all the flat house roofs	U
Where split figs lay drying	C
The girls took the frails under cover	F
Nor use seemed in trying	C
To get out the boats and go fishing	C
For under the cliff	V
Fierce the black water frothed o'er the blind rock	C
No seeing our skiff	V
Arrive about noon from Amalfi	V
Our fisher arrive	V
And pitch down his basket before us	W
All trembling alive	V
With pink and grey jellies your sea fruit	A
You touch the strange lumps	X
And mouths gape there eyes open all manner	F
Of horns and of humps	X
Which only the fisher looks grave at	A
While round him like imps	X
Cling screaming the children as naked	A
And brown as his shrimps	X
Himself too as bare to the middle	Y
You see round his neck	C
The string and its brass coin suspended	A
That saves him from wreck	C
But today not a boat reached Salerno	Z
So back to a man	A2
Came our friends with whose help in the vineyards	X
Grape harvest began	A2
In the vat half way up in our house side	A
Like blood the juice spins	X
While your brother all bare legged is dancing	C
Till breathless he grins	X
Dead beaten in effort on effort	A
To keep the grapes under	F
Since still when he seems all but master	F
In pours the fresh plunder	F
From girls who keep coming and going	C
With basket on shoulder	F
And eyes shut against the rain's driving	C
Your girls that are older	F
For under the hedges of aloe	Z
And where on its bed	A
Of the orchard's black mould the love apple	Y
Lies pulpy and red	A
All the young ones are kneeling and filling	C
Their laps with the snails	X
Tempted out by this first rainy weather	F
Your best of regales	X
As tonight will be proved to my sorrow	Z
When supping in state	A
We shall feast our grape gleaners two dozen	B
Three over one plate	A
With lasagne so tempting to swallow	Z
In slippery ropes	X
And gourds fried in great purple slices	X
That colour of popes	X
Meantime see the grape bunch they've brought you	B2
The rain water slips	X
O'er the heavy blue bloom on each globe	C2
Which the wasp to your lips	X
Still follows with fretful persistence	X
Nay taste while awake	C
This half of a curd white smooth cheese ball	D2
That peels flake by flake	C
Like an onion's each smoother and whiter	F
Next sip this weak wine	E2
From the thin green glass flask with its stopper	F
A leaf of the vine	E2
And end with the prickly pear's red flesh	F2
That leaves through its juice	X
The stony black seeds on your pearl teeth	S
Scirocco is loose	X
Hark the quick whistling pelt of the olives	X
Which thick in one's track	C
Tempt the stranger to pick up and bite them	T
Though not yet half black	C
How the old twisted olive trunks shudder	F
The medlars let fall	D2
Their hard fruit and the brittle great fig trees	X
Snap off figs and all	D2
For here comes the whole of the tempest	A
No refuge but creep	G2
Back again to my side and my shoulder	F
And listen or sleep	G2
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O how will your country show next week	C
When all the vine boughs	X
Have been stripped of their foliage to pasture	F
The mules and the cows	X
Last eve I rode over the mountains	X
Your brother my guide	A
Soon left me to feast on the myrtles	X
That offered each side	A
Their fruit balls black glossy and luscious	X
Or strip from the sorbs	X
A treasure so rosy and wondrous	X
Of hairy gold orbs	X
But my mule picked his sure sober path out	A
Just stopping to neigh	V
When he recognized down in the valley	L
His mates on their way	H2
With the faggots and barrels of water	F
And soon we emerged	A
From the plain where the woods could scarce follow	Z
And still as we urged	A
Our way the woods wondered and left us	X
As up still we trudged	A
Though the wild path grew wilder each instant	A
And place was e'en grudged	A
'Mid the rock chasms and piles of loose stones	X
Like the loose broken teeth	S
Of some monster which climbed there to die	A
From the ocean beneath	S
Place was grudged to the silver grey fume weed	A
That clung to the path	I2
And dark rosemary ever a dying	C
That 'spite the wind's wrath	I2
So loves the salt rock's face to seaward	A
And lentisks as staunch	J2
To the stone where they root and bear berries	X
And what shows a branch	K2
Coral coloured transparent with circlets	X
Of pale seagreen leaves	X
Over all trod my mule with the caution	B
Of gleaners o'er sheaves	X
Still foot after foot like a lady	A
So round after round	A
He climbed to the top of Calvano	Z
And God's own profound	A
Was above me and round me the mountains	X
And under the sea	A
And within me my heart to bear witness	X
What was and shall be	A
Oh Heaven and the terrible crystal	Y
No rampart excludes	X
Your eye from the life to be lived	A
In the blue solitudes	X
Oh those mountains their infinite movement	A
Still moving with you	B2
For ever some new head and breast of them	T
Thrusts into view	B2
To observe the intruder you see it	A
If quickly you turn	L2
And before they escape you surprise them	T
They grudge you should learn	L2
How the soft plains they look on lean over	F
And love they pretend	A
Cower beneath them the flat sea pine crouches	X
The wild fruit trees bend	A
E'en the myrtle leaves curl shrink and shut	A
All is silent and grave	V
'Tis a sensual and timorous beauty	A
How fair but a slave	V
So I turned to the sea and there slumbered	A
As greenly as ever	F
Those isles of the siren your Galli	A
No ages can sever	F
The Three nor enable their sister	F
To join them half way	H2
On the voyage she looked at Ulysses	X
No farther today	H2
Though the small one just launched in the wave	V
Watches breast high and steady	A
From under the rock her bold sister	F
Swum half way already	A
Fortu shall we sail there together	F
And see from the sides	X
Quite new rocks show their faces new haunts	X
Where the siren abides	X
Shall we sail round and round them close over	F
The rocks though unseen	M2
That ruffle the grey glassy water	F
To glorious green	M2
Then scramble from splinter to splinter	F
Reach land and explore	O
On the largest the strange square black turret	A
With never a door	O
Just a loop to admit the quick lizards	X
Then stand there and hear	N2
The birds' quiet singing that tells us	X
What life is so clear	O2
The secret they sang to Ulysses	X
When ages ago	Z
He heard and he knew this life's secret	A
I hear and I know	Z
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Ah see The sun breaks o'er Calvano	Z
He strikes the great gloom	P2
And flutters it o'er the mount's summit	A
In airy gold fume	P2
All is over Look out see the gipsy	X
Our tinker and smith	Q2
Has arrived set up bellows and forge	R2
And down squatted forthwith	Q2
To his hammering under the wall there	S2
One eye keeps aloof	V
The urchins that itch to be putting	C
His jews' harps to proof	V
While the other through locks of curled wire	F
Is watching how sleek	C
Shines the hog come to share in the windfalls	X
An abbot's own cheek	C
All is over Wake up and come out now	T2
And down let us go	Z
And see the fine things got in order	F
At Church for the show	Z
Of the Sacrament set forth this evening	C
Tomorrow's the Feast	A
Of the Rosary's Virgin by no means	X
Of Virgins the least	A
As you'll hear in the off hand discourse	X
Which all nature no art	A
The Dominican brother these three weeks	X
Was getting by heart	A
Not a post nor a pillar but's dizened	A
With red and blue papers	X
All the roof waves with ribbons each altar	F
A blaze with long tapers	X
But the great masterpiece is the scaffold	A
Rigged glorious to hold	A
All the fiddlers and fifers and drummers	X
And trumpeters bold	A
Not afraid of Bellini nor Auber	F
Who when the priest's hoarse	X
Will strike us up something that's brisk	C
For the feast's second course	X
And then will the flaxen wigged Image	U2
Be carried in pomp	V2
Through the plain while in gallant procession	B
The priests mean to stomp	V2
And all round the glad church lie old bottles	X
With gunpowder stopped	A
Which will be when the Image re enters	X
Religiously popped	A
And at night from the crest of Calvano	Z
Great bonfires will hang	C
On the plain will the trumpets join chorus	X
And more poppers bang	C
At all events come to the garden	B
As far as the wall	D2
See me tap with a hoe on the plaster	F
Till out there shall fall	D2
A scorpion with wide angry nippers	X
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Such trifles you say	X
Fortu in my England at home	W2
Men meet gravely today	X
And debate if abolishing Corn laws	X
Is righteous and wise	X
If 'tis proper Scirocco should vanish	E
In black from the skies	X