Dream fluently, still brothers, who when young
Took with your mother's milk the mother tongue,
In which pure matrix, joining world and mind,
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as a poet born and living in Tuscany.. I can say to be among the Etruscan Poets.. :)
This is a beautiful poem, but the text here has a glitch. The fifth line should read: Like a fresh track across a field of snow, Please see Wilbur's New and Collected Poems (1988) , p.55, or his Collected Poems 1943-2004 (2004) , p.130.