Translation Flee, flee, flee from this sky, harsh and unyielding, relentless cold. You, who shackle all in prison neither bending nor breaking to tears. You, the year’s cruel, frozen tyrant, flee, flee, flee to wherever winter has its eternal throne over the frost. Come, come white, come vermilion, you are the marvel of the world. … Continue reading ‘La Mantovana’ by Giuseppino del Biado