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O—eh—lee!
La—la! Donna!
Donna! Blue is the sky of Palermo; Blue is the little bay; And dost thou remember the orange and fig, The lively sun and the sea breeze at evening? Hey—la! Donna!
Donna!
Maria! O—eh—li!
La—la! Donna!
Donna! Gray is the sky of this land. Gray and green is the water. I see no trees, dost thou?
The wind Is cold for the big woman there with the candle. Hey—la! Donna!
Donna!
Maria! O—eh—li!
O—la! Donna!
Donna! I sang thee by the blue waters; I sing thee here in the gray dawning. Kiss, for I put down my guitar; I’ll sing thee more songs after the landing. O Jesu,
I love thee! Donna!
Donna!
Maria!
William Carlos Williams
William Carlos Williams (September 17, 1883 – March 4, 1963) was a Puerto Rican-American poet, writer, and physician closely associated with mod
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