‘O Mese ‘E Maggio
Dint’’a casa ‘e notte,
Ca s’arapésseno tutt’’e feneste
Pe m’’o purtà,
Ca tu l’astipasse
St’addore ‘o’ mese ‘e maggio.
The Month of May
What a scent in the month of May
In the house at night,
I wish they would open all the windows
That you would store it up
In your hair,
This scent in the month of May.
* Self-published in 2010, Meridiunalata/Southernade is a treasury of poems gleaned from Cav. Sant'Elia's previous collections (Nchiuso dint''o presente, 'A cuntrora, and 'O pino e l'éllera), which were circulated among friends in New York City and Naples. Special thanks to Cav. Sant'Elia for allowing us to reprint his poetry and translations.