Mountain Song Poem by Harriet Monroe

For me no marriage fest is spread I walk alone under the sky Beautiful summation of the state under which a mountain is compelled to exist. Thanks for sharing.

I have not where to lay my head: Upon my breast no child shall lie; For me no marriage feast is spread: I walk alone under the sky. - - ITALIAN TRANSLATION: Non ho dove poggiare la testa: Il mio seno nessun bambino suggerà; Per me nessun banchetto di nozze si prepara: Cammino da sola sotto il cielo.