Rogelio de Egusquiza, Tristan and Isolde, 1910 T’amai, dunque, t’amai, e t’amo ancor di un amore che non si può concepire che da me solo. E’ poco prezzo, o mio angelo, la morte per chi ha potuto udir che tu l’ami, e sentirsi scorrere in tutta l’anima la voluttà del tuo bacio, e pianger teco …
Come nel chiostro vergine romita se gli azzurri del cielo, e la splendente luna e il silenzio delle stelle adora, sente il Nume, ed al cembalo s’asside e del piè e delle dita, e dell’errante estro e degli occhi vigili alle note sollecita il suo cembalo ispirata. Ma se improvvise rimembranze amore in cor le …
Arnold Böcklin, Odysseus and Polyphemus, 1896 Never will I touch your sacred shore again where my young form reclined at rest, Zakynthos, regarding yourself in waves of the Greek sea, where Venus was virgin born, and made those islands bloom with her first smile; nor did he bypass your lacy clouds and leafy fronds in …
Arnold Bocklin, Isle of the Dead, 1883 One day, if I am not to keep on fleeing from people to people, you’ll see me seated on your stone, o my brother, weeping for the fallen flower of your gentle years. Our mother, alone now, drawing out her late day, speaks about me to your mute …
Ugo Foscolo – On the Death of His Brother Giovanni / In morte del fratello Giovanni Read More »
Ugo Foscolo was an Italian poet and translator. Foscolo was born in Zakynthos, but his family soon moved to Italy, where he met Parini and Manzoni. He took an active part in the politics of Venice, expecting Napoleon to create a free republic. Foscolo died in London but his remains were brought to Florence, in …
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