The Witch Has Arrived
<p>Wherever she wanders,<br />
Leaving her scent of lavender<br />
And orange peels as she passes by,<br />
She dares not look at anyone directly<br />
Through the veil of her raven hair.<br />
Their voices whisper worriedly<br />
To each other:<br />
<em>È una strega!<br />
Siehst du die Hexe?<br />
Mais, c’est une sorcière…</em></p>
<p>The witch has arrived.</p>
<p>They all want to carve a slice out of her<br />
Just to have a piece of magic to light up<br />
Their dreary and dismal lives.<br />
How can she be happy in refusing their<br />
Social norms, rejecting husband and children?<br />
The teenagers spread rumors about town<br />
That she cooks up worms, crow’s feet,<br />
Eye of newt, and brains of the hare<br />
Because they know she won’t share<br />
Her sumptious recipes of apple tarts<br />
And vegetetable stews, tea brewed with<br />
Love from herbs foraged in the forest,<br />
Never buying into the market gruel.</p>
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