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Vivian Lamarque – Giovinezza senza giardino / Youth with no garden

Giovanni Giani, The morning of roses (Il mattino delle rose – L’attesa), 1906 After so much garden you sombrely look at this prison-home; with what eyes do you ask me why? How can we call this life? Yesterday I dreamed about a forest,  it was beautiful as my garden – enough, I do not want …

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Wislawa Szymborska – Impresso nella memoria / Commemoration

Renato Guttuso, Il bosco d’amore (Love Wood), 1985 They made love among the hazel shrubsbeneath the suns of dew,entangling in their haira leafy residue.Heart of the swallowhave mercy on them.They knelt down by the lake,combed out the earth and leaves,and fish swam to the water’s edgeshimmering like stars.Heart of the swallowhave mercy on them.The reflections …

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Ezra Pound – L’albero m’è penetrato nelle mani / The tree has entered my hands

Piero and Antonio del Pollaiuolo, Apollo and Daphne, c.1480 The tree has entered my hands,The sap has ascended my arms,The tree has grown in my breast-Downward,The branches grow out of me, like arms.Tree you are,Moss you are,You are violets with wind above them.A child – so high – you are,And all this is folly to …

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Arthur Symons – Nel bosco di Finvara / In The Wood Of Finvara

Sergei Vinogradov, Gathering Mushrooms in the Forest in Latvia, 1927 I have grown tired of sorrow and human tears;life is a dream in the night, a fear among fears,a naked runner lost in a storm of spears.I have grown tired of rapture and love’s desire;love is a flaming heart, and its flames aspiretill they cloud …

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Attila Jozsef – Ti lacero come la bufera il bosco

Adolf Liebscher, Elegy of Bohemia, 1917 Ti lacero come la bufera il bosco. Devi gemere e stormire. Bada: è un combattimento. Non spezzarti, perché le mie lacrime amare non sgorghino sul tuo tronco mutilato. Il desiderio prosciuga, come la calura il ruscello. L’amore scaturisce sempre più dal profondo. Non vorrei calare, perché le tue amare …

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