A poem in English hexameters in the form of a letter from abroad from one friend to another
Dear, darling Dawn, down here in Sorrento, I sit in the warm sun
All by myself and, oh, how I miss you and long to be near you.
Sadly my business keeps me from you. When shall I see you?
Soon I hope, for I’m weary of always eating pasta,
Drinking vino and watching the liners sail out of Naples
On to Capri. I walk the side streets, down to the harbour,
Sit by the sea and stare at the wavelets, always wishing
You were with me. Thanks for your letter. Is it really
Raining in England all of the time? And, oh, what a storm dear!
Truly dreadful! How did you cope with the fallen fence and
Flood in the bathroom? Yes, I can understand how scared you
Must have been, alone in the house with no one to help you.
Don’t despair! Just think of me, down here, in Sorrento,
Weary of sunshine, vino and pasta, and longing to see you.
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