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Month: February 2020

Attila Jozsef – It Isn’t Me Who Shouts/Non Io Grido

Jan Mandyn, The Temptation of Saint Anthony, c. 1550 It isn’t me who shouts, it’s the world that rumbles beware, beware, ’cause Satan’s gone crazy, flatten yourself to the bottom of clear springs, smooth yourself out like a sheet of glass, hide behind the light of diamonds, among bugs under rocks, oh, hide yourself in …

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Sibilla Aleramo – Sono tornata bella / I’m beautiful again

Tiziano Vecellio (Titian), Woman with a Mirror, c. 1515 I’m beautiful again and this may be  my last autumn. More beautiful than when he admired me under the sun, beautiful and idle to his absent eyes – like a leaf made of shadow. But some nights, into silence that no longer upsets tears,  I feel …

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Sandro Penna – Forse la giovinezza / Perhaps youth

Parmigianino, Diana and Actaeon (fresco in Fontanellato), c. 1524 Perhaps youth is just this, never-ending love of senses with no regrets, perhaps inspiration is just a bewildered scream. Yet, all boys laugh and masturbate  within the pillars of law. I lean my forehead against the frosty railing  of the gate. My night listens to every …

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Sandro Penna – Se desolato io cammino / If I sadly walk

Plinio Nomellini, The fireflies, 1898 If I sadly walk behind that breath of hills, into a  warm and dark night, it may be a daydreaming youth laying on the grass. Everybody is lonely, but still gazes at the usual stars with different hearts. (Transl. by D. Foglia) Se desolato io cammino dietro quel soffio di …

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