Eero Järnefelt, Saimi in the Meadow, 1892 I lay down in the spring morning, feel unruly dawns rising in me. I don’t know anymoreif I am dying or being born again. Mi adagio nel mattinodi primavera. Sentonascere in me scomposteaurore. Io non so piùse muoio o pure nasco. Go back to album – Sandro Penna
Carlo Ferranti, An Amorous Advance, c. 1908 Your life is pleasing and gentle. Along the way appeared a well-dressed gentleman, full of love but who was, simply, a worm. Your life is quiet and unconcerned with style. (Transl. by Peter Valente) Era la vita tua lieta e gentile. Quando a un tratto arrivò, gonfio d’amore, …
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Maria Fortuny, Il contino, 1861 Lonely, you stand near the fountain, your face reflected in the water. The raw poetry of the military decoration burns in your heart with a fire greater than Botticelli’s Venus. (Transl. by Peter Valente) O solitario intorno a una fontana. Il poetico nudo della leva militare nel tuo cuore ardeva …
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Hanna Hirsch-Pauli, Princess with a spindle, 1896 In un salone in cui gridano gli ori – sorpresi dalla luce dell’aprile – un re ascolta cento e cento prìncipi. (Su vivi prati aleggiano taciuti i canti…? Poi festosamente arriva il grido umano della ragazzaglia). Cadono voci e luci al vespro: frali consistenze in aprile. Il re …
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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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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