Portami il girasole  ch’io lo trapianti

Eugenio Montale

Portami il girasole ch’io lo trapianti

nel mio terreno bruciato dal salino,

e mostri tutto il giorno agli azzurri specchianti

del cielo l’ansietà del suo volto giallino.

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Tendono alla chiarità le cose oscure,

si esauriscono i corpi in un fluire

di tinte: queste in musiche. Svanire

è dunque la ventura delle venture.

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Portami tu la pianta che conduce

dove sorgono bionde trasparenze

e vapora la vita quale essenza;

portami il girasole impazzito di luce.

Bring me the sunflower

Eugenio Montale

Bring me the sunflower that I may replant it

in my garden burnt by the salt air,

that it may offer the mirroring azure-lit

heavens its anxious face, yellow and fair.

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Tending towards clarity are things obscure,

dissolving are the bodies in a current

of hues: these in music. Thus spent

is the adventure of adventures.

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Bring me the flower that leads

to where blonde transparencies soar

and existence as essence turns to vapor;

bring me the sunflower wild with light.

 

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Translation ©Matilda Colarossi

The poem, written in 1923, is from Montale’s first collection of poems “Ossi di seppia”.

Painting: Farm Garden With Sunflowers – Gustav Klimt

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