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Giuseppe Ungaretti is one of my favorite poets. When I was a student at the University of Bologna, he was the focus of my Italian Poetry oral exam. When I showed up for the exam a fellow student asked who I was going to be talking about with il professore. I said, Ungaretti. And who is your other poet? he asked. We're supposed to talk about two? I said.
Of course, I went with Montale. Grand Master Flash. I was lucky. We talked about the few poems I knew well, which is to say, I knew a thing or two about. Allora...
as when
turning around, and, sweeping clear your forehead
of its cloud of hair,
you waved to me—and entered the dark.
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