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...where you got it,
the white tablecloth,
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as soon as dinner is finished!
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Look out, the dead are coming!
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The sad, pale dead!
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Later on in the same poem,
TheTablecloth,
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a little later the poem continues:
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The little girl's already grown up:
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She looks after the house, and works...
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she does the washing and cooking,
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does everything as it was done then.
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She thinks of everything,
but not of clearing the table.
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She lets the dead,
the good, poor dead come.
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This means that the dead
in Pascoli's poem
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are never frightening,
persecuting presences,
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indeed they're the only
presences with whom
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the poet can have a relationship,
cry and be consoled.
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They're his own family:
His dad, his mum...
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childhood happiness.
:03:04
All of this is highly idealised.
:03:06
The dead talk to him:
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There's a voice in my life...
:03:10
Precisely due to the
goodness of these emotions
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and the cult of and
attachment to the family,
:03:17
the unavoidable sense of duty...
:03:20
Pascoli became the poet
par excellence in school books.
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Which, however, are never
concerned enough
:03:27
Fuck off!
:03:28
With emphasising the extreme...
:03:30
Miss! Miss, look at me!
:03:31
What's happening?
:03:32
Don't move.
What's happening?
:03:35
I told you not to move!
:03:36
Don't lean out, don't lean out!
:03:46
Leave me alone!
:03:51
Miss? Miss, look at me!
:03:55
Look at me!