Treasure Island

Benjamin Michael Clark

(06/22/90 / Mattydale, NY)

Sogno Sicilia

Oh - Bella
La la-

Oh Baccalà
La la-

Mi sei mancato

Mi sono perso-
Potresti aiutarmi?

Vieni con me-

Volare! Oh - Oh
La Mia Sicilia-

Submitted: Wednesday, April 24, 2013
Edited: Thursday, April 25, 2013

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Poet's Notes about The Poem

The song 'Volare' by Dean Martin (originally done by Domenico Modugno) , inspired me to write this. It's about my dream to visit Sicily (the homeland) , to get in touch with my Sicilian roots. I end it by saying, 'Come with me! Fly, My Sicily! ' The message I'm trying to get across is that I've lost myself and I'm trying to find my way back home and stay home. This is why I ask Sicily to come with me. I'm calling to my ancestors to restore that Sicilian spirit back in me. It's a bit of a paradox, but it's as if I'm trying to keep the home I once lost.

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