MAGGIO
Giovanni Pascoli Ridon siringhe del color di lilla sopra la mensa e odorano viole: la capinera è tra gli aranci: brilla tremulo il sole. . Tu pur, poeta, hai rifiorito il cuore e trilli e frulli hai nella fantasia. Le ignave brume e l’umile dolore sorgi ed oblia. |
MAY
Giovanni Pascoli The syringes titter in lilac hues on the shelf and violets scent the air: a warbler’s in the orange grove: the sun tremulous glares. . Your heart too, poet, has blossomed again and utterings and flutterings fill your head. The indolent haze and the humble pain soar and then fade.
. Translation ©Matilda Colarossi 2018 |
The poem, Maggio, by Giovanni Pascoli is from the collection Poesie varie, 1913
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