tizi-ah-no

Updated: June 10, 2025

I see thee in the mists with my mother's brow and mouth and chin. Poland that sings and weeps sad land. My heart is thine! Cleanse it in sweet-smelling earth! In thy bosom it shall rest at last rest! "Ho, Tiziano! Ala-ala-ho! Tizi-ah-no!" The group in the gondola raised a merry call. The gondola rocked at the foot of a narrow flight of steps leading to a tall, sombre dwelling.

Jennette Lee - Unfinished Portraits: Stories of Musicians and Artists