Questi giorni invernali cosi chiari
Questi giorni invernali così chiari,
e queste notti ancora più serene
mi mettono nel cuore tanto gelo:
come se mi scorresse nelle vene
il freddo dei sessanta inverni amari;
e fosse tutto un vetro terra e cielo
col tuo ghiaccio disciolto dal mio pianto,
dalle Pleiadi al vischio al calicanto.
These winter days that are so very clear
These winter days oh so clear
and nights even more serene
overfill my heart with rime:
as if streaming in my veins
were sixty winters severe;
and of glass were both land and sky
with your ice dissolved in my sobs,
Pleiades to mistletoe to calycanthus.
Translation ©Matilda Colarossi
The poem is from the collection “Aladino”, published in 1946 and is dedicated to Govoni’s son who was shot by the Naziis during the Fosse Ardeatine massacre of March 24, 1944. It represents the highest and purest poetic moment in the collection. In these very brief verses we find the inconsolable anguish for the death of his son: the days are, therefore, cold and very clear like the rime in the poet’s heart. Everything is coldness. He, the father, is sixty, sixty are the cold winters drowned in the surrounding silence. His endless pain is projected in nature and the cosmos.
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