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Tuesday, January 31, 2017

A trip to the Gaza Strip (2)

[GC 16: 87]

Varie tende scorgea di color tanti,
Quanti non hebbe mai l'april fiorito.
Mirava i cavalier, mirava i fanti
Ire e tornar da quelle mura al lito;
E da cameli onusti ed elefanti
L'arenoso sentier calpesto e trito.
Poi nel porto vedeva, o scarche o gravi,
Sorte e legate a l'ancore le navi.

Many tents he(*) saw, of so many colors
As April never had even though in bloom.
He saw the knights, saw the soldiers
Come and go from the walls(**) to the shore;
And by loaded camels and elephants
Sandy ways being traveled and trodden on.
Then in the harbor, either empty or laden
He saw all the anchored ships that arrived.

(*) Vafrino
(**) Gaza