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Why is my back loaded with fine flour, while in my mouth there is no bread at all, but only straw? I drink well-water, though I carry wine. And the stick goes on fracturing my skull!
I live in rubble…
Contributor:
Samuel Archevolti
Places:
Padua, Venice (Padua, Italy)
Date:
End of the 16th Century
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A fountain surges from my verse’s house.
Its flowing waters quench the thirst of men—
A fountain from the rock of perfect rhyme,
With waters cold to please the yearning man—
A flow unending…
Contributor:
Sa‘adia Longo
Places:
Salonika, Ottoman Empire (Thessaloniki, Greece)
Date:
End of the 16th Century