THE ANGELWilliam BlakeI Dreamt a Dream! what can it mean?And that I was a maiden Queen,Guarded by an Angel mild:Witless woe was ne’er beguil’d!And I wept both night and day,And he wip’d my tears away,And I wept both night and day,And hid from him my heart’s delight.So he took his wings and fled;Then the morn…Read more William Blake: The Angel / L’Angelo
Poetry
Giosuè Carducci: Elegia di Monte Spluga / Elegy of Mount Spluga
Picking up from last week’s post...from "For Annie" to "Elegy of Mount Spluga Elegia di Monte Spluga Giosuè Carducci No, forme non eran d'aer colorato né piantegarrule e mosse al vento: ninfe eran tutte e dee. E quale[1] iva salendo volubile e cerula comevelata emerse Teti da l'Egeo grande a Giove: e qual balzava da la palpitante scorza de'…Read more Giosuè Carducci: Elegia di Monte Spluga / Elegy of Mount Spluga
Giosuè Carducci: Ad Annie / For Annie
“As he was coming to see me, an elderly lady gave him a sprig of blue hyacinth, and with this he came to knock at my door. When I opened, he entered, and without speaking, waving that blue-green flower softly as if he were beating time to some rhythmic thought, he went to sit at…Read more Giosuè Carducci: Ad Annie / For Annie
Virgilia D’Andrea: Anima rossa / Red soul
“I had one of those precocious, agitated, stormy adolescences that are full of dreams and illusions that become tears and songs at the merest sound, that speak in the voices of the dark and in fantastic moonlit nights, that give life and eyes to all dead things, that hear words and whispers rise from every…Read more Virgilia D’Andrea: Anima rossa / Red soul
parallel texts: words reflected 