AsprezzeAmalia GuglielminettiAspra son io come quel vento vivodi marzo, il quale par crudo di gelima discioglie la neve su pel clivo.Vento di marzo che agita gli stelipigri, scopre vïole in mezzo all'erba,scompiglia erranti nuvole pei cieli.Asprigna io sono e rido un poco acerba.Mordere più che accarezzar mi piaceed apparir più che non sia superba.Come il…Read more Amalia Guglielminetti: Asprezze/ Acerbities
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Ada Negri: Il platano ucciso/ The slain plane tree
#Audio English Italian IL PLATANO UCCISO Ada Negri Tant'oro io non avea giammai vedutosplendere sotto cosí tersi cieli:oro di pioppi, chiaro: oro di faggi,piú rosso; e accesa ruggine di querce.Ogni albero a se stesso era corona;e il piover lento delle foglie mortetesseva e ritesseva oro sull'erbe.Sol, fra quella biondezza, verdeggiantequalche platano ancóra; e…Read more Ada Negri: Il platano ucciso/ The slain plane tree
Antonia Pozzi: Desiderio di cose leggere/ The desire for light things
“I’m more and more convinced that poetry and life are incompatible, like in Tonio Kröger. I am now like Tonio Kröger in the storm, I have just gone out to the shore, and am still living acts that I don’t know how to translate into words. “Maybe, who knows, the time for words is gone…Read more Antonia Pozzi: Desiderio di cose leggere/ The desire for light things
Grazia Deledda: L’uccello d’oro/ The golden bird
As always, the theme of migration is very dear to me. This time it comes in the words of Grazia Deledda. #Sardinianlegends L'uccello d'oroGrazia DeleddaFu visto l'emigrato ritornare peggio di come era partito, con una vecchia valigia legata con una corda, e vestito di una grande giacca povera tutta abbottonata: per di più, sotto il…Read more Grazia Deledda: L’uccello d’oro/ The golden bird
Joyce Lussu: C’è un paio di scarpette Rosse/ There is a pair of red shoes
"Translating poetry is not an arid academic and philological exercise on the grammatical and syntactical complications of language. Translating poetry means striving to understand it; it almost means reliving it. All you need (but it is indispensable) is to have a common denominator with the poet on man's position on life." Joyce Lussu For the…Read more Joyce Lussu: C’è un paio di scarpette Rosse/ There is a pair of red shoes
Amalia Guglielminetti: La solitudine/ Solitude
"Sometimes half love nears solitary two,/ deluding them one hour and unaware and unknowing hurls them afar..." La solitudine Amalia Guglielminetti Siamo soli nel mondo: ciascun vive in mezzo a un deserto. Nulla per noi è certo fuorchè questo vuoto profondo. E i contigüi casi degli uomini, e i sogni e le cose…Read more Amalia Guglielminetti: La solitudine/ Solitude
#LilianaSegre: 90 years old today. This is her story. #Lestweforget the horrors man is capable of
Liliana Segre:Le più belle frasi Temo di vivere abbastanza per vedere cose che pensavo la Storia avesse definitivamente bocciato, invece erano solo sopite. Liliana Segre: The most beautiful passages I’m afraid I will live long enough to see the things I thought History had definitely quashed and which were, instead only dormant.Coltivare la…Read more #LilianaSegre: 90 years old today. This is her story. #Lestweforget the horrors man is capable of
Grazia Deledda: La martora/ The marten, from “Il fanciullo nascosto”
"Minnai listened, but he didn’t care about the nun’s story. The desire to have the marten and take it away was so violently strong that it made him cry..." LA MARTORA Grazia Deledda Un giovedì d'aprile il piccolo Minnai si svegliò pensando: oggi mi voglio proprio divertire, e balzò nudo dal dappiedi del lettuccio ove…Read more Grazia Deledda: La martora/ The marten, from “Il fanciullo nascosto”
Catulle Mendès & Patricia Worth: Le Soir d’une fleur / A Flower’s Evening
"The passing poet has a duty to collect what remains of human joy, the sadness that is like the dregs of happy things; and from them he makes verses." Catulle Mendès Le Soir d’une fleur Catulle Mendès (1887) On l’avait jetée, pendant cette fête, de voiture en voiture ; lancée au hasard, attrapée,…Read more Catulle Mendès & Patricia Worth: Le Soir d’une fleur / A Flower’s Evening
Marta Lo Brano: Ai confini/ On the edge
Ai confini ©Marta Lo Brano Il respiro accade celeste ondoso sfuggente spiazzante quando un corpo non danza curiosa mancanza e impenetrabili e scanzonati e falò e boschi e bar su barche che non esistono e pur pur riconoscerci o invece mai. Bruscamente d'improvviso svolte sparpagliate con la tormenta - scelta? - ombra inchiodata o scalza…Read more Marta Lo Brano: Ai confini/ On the edge
Grazia Deledda: Ecce homo
Ecce homo Grazia Deledda Eravamo entrati in una pasticceria all’angolo fra una grande strada e un vicolo poco frequentato, e il conoscente col quale mi trovavo per caso in compagnia, sceglieva alcune paste da portare ai suoi bambini. Il pacchetto roseo era pronto, e l’uomo aveva già pagato, quando il cameriere balzò di scatto…Read more Grazia Deledda: Ecce homo
Susanna Basso on L’arte sottile di Ishiguro/ The subtle art of Ishiguro
L'arte sottile di Ishiguro Susanna Basso Ho incontrato la scrittura di Ishiguro nel breve anno per me mirabile che trascorsi presso la casa editrice Einaudi. Mi era stato affidato il compito di individuare un traduttore per il suo The Remains of the Day. Lessi quel romanzo meraviglioso e insolito alla scrivania di via Biancamano,…Read more Susanna Basso on L’arte sottile di Ishiguro/ The subtle art of Ishiguro
Experiments in translation: Emily Dickinson
Emily Dickinson 905 Between my Country — and the Others — There is a Sea — But flowers — negotiate between us — As Ministry. Emily Dickinson 905 E tra la mia Patria — e le Altre — Esiste un Mare — Ma è il Fiore — tra noi come Ambasciatore — A trattare.…Read more Experiments in translation: Emily Dickinson
Poets translating poets: Patrizia Sardisco & Julia Leverone
On Mothering ©Julia Leverone Grown diverted to light on water, pine boughs hang like wings, their tufts soft-skirted meanwhile root cling and anti-gravity strain. Mother, when my father steadied me as I walked sliding stones, forging the hip-deep river— understand that fathering is a quieter endeavor. But earlier: were we not sisters, dressed in…Read more Poets translating poets: Patrizia Sardisco & Julia Leverone
Tutti i miei autunni/All my autumns by Roberta De Piccoli
Tutti I miei autunni Roberta De Piccoli Tutti i miei autunni si presentano Sparsi in catenelle di brina quasi in gocce e profumi e arsi Tutti i miei autunni si presentano Uno a uno Sui campi arati, morbidi e spigolosi Sui tappeti schiumosi di acini pigiati Sulle foglie croccanti liberate da temperature a loro…Read more Tutti i miei autunni/All my autumns by Roberta De Piccoli
Marilú Oliva
"The rhetorical figure found in the oxymoronic title Un’Odissea minuta [A minute Odyssey] by Daniel Di Schüler immediately calls our attention to what we will find inside its pages: the discrepancy between an all-embracing existence, and an obsessive attention to detail. It is both metaphorical voyage and immobility in a space that is only apparently circumscribed. The…Read more Marilú Oliva
Maria Messina
"Abitofbread was the laughingstock of the town: children threw stones at his legs or prickly-pear skins at his naked feet; and women, who, especially in summer, spent their time sitting on their doorsteps, winked slyly at each other the minute they saw him turn the corner..." https://paralleltexts.blog/2016/07/03/solo-paneabitofbread-by-maria-messina/ https://paralleltexts.blog/tag/maria-messina/
Sibilla Aleramo
"I look at my eyes, sunken shadows, and at the thin furrows in my brow, I look, and is it you, my poor tired reflection, that is so weather beaten?" https://paralleltexts.blog/2014/11/06/guardo-i-miei-occhii-look-at-my-eyes-by-sibilla-aleramo/
Antonia Pozzi
"I like to walk along the torrent: I can’t hear my steps, it’s as if I’m not leaving. From the lofty passage I can see the valley And the distant crests all around..." https://paralleltexts.blog/tag/antonia-pozzi/
Dina Ferri
"The heavy grey fog shrouds the distant hills which seem to become one with the low menacing sky from which light snow flakes sometimes fall, and which, swept by the cold northern winds, float in the air like the petals of almond blossoms..." https://paralleltexts.blog/2015/05/10/quaderno-del-nullaa-notebook-of-nothings-by-dina-ferri-2/ https://paralleltexts.blog/tag/dina-ferri/
Ada Negri
"Solaria, the south wind shakes and ravages your wisteria arbour. Your corymbs plummet to the ground, violet pips of hail..." https://paralleltexts.blog/2016/07/10/il-pergolato-di-glicinithe-wisteria-arbour-by-ada-negri/ https://paralleltexts.blog/tag/ada-negri/
Liliana Segre
"The trip to Auschwitz – very few speak about it because very few came back – is one of the most terrible chapters of the Shoah. Mine lasted six days, and for six days this humanity lived hoarded in the freight car with its misery, with its bodily functions, with its smell of sweat, of…Read more Liliana Segre
Mariangela Lando
"All the poems in the first part of the collection deal with the facts presented here. The author combines the dramatic, and the all too real, headlines of the boat people with a biblical section. If a God exists who commands us to marvel at creation, there is also a God that man does not seek. On the…Read more Mariangela Lando
Flavia Piccinni
FLAVIA PICCINNI INTERVIEWS ROBERTO AMATO https://paralleltexts.blog/tag/flavia-piccinni/ https://www.ibs.it/libri/autori/Flavia%20Piccinni http://www.rizzolilibri.it/autori/flavia-piccinni/ http://www.illibraio.it/flavia-piccinni-baby-modelle-557477/ http://www.huffingtonpost.it/author/flavia-piccinni/
Elisa Casseri
"An accent or a letter can change the meaning of things, just like the position of the fingers of a right hand can determine the positivity of a system: we had found a poem written by our mother, in a book of recipes used merely to adorn a shelf in the kitchen, and Ortensio started…Read more Elisa Casseri
Miryam Pacifico
"Review of the book The lost daughter by Elena Ferrante written by “her, herself and she”. Dear readers who have accompanied me on this four book literary journey to where I am today..." https://paralleltexts.blog/tag/miryam-pacifico/ http://www.hounlibrointesta.it/2014/11/06/lettrice-myriam-pacifico-intervista-tullio-avoledo/
Tiziana Sferruggia
"The man with the burning cigarette dangling from florid lips crowned with a thick handlebar moustache, ebony skin and black curly hair tamed by a shiny pomade, looked at her without a trace of shame...." https://paralleltexts.blog/2015/01/05/la-signora-rosetta-by-tiziana-sferruggia/ https://paralleltexts.blog/tag/tiziana-sferruggia/ https://www.ibs.it/signora-rosetta-ovvero-felicita-provvisoria-libro-tiziana-sferruggia/e/9788865640869
Alba Gnazi
"How do we feel When We feel As if inside we had Nothing..." https://paralleltexts.blog/tag/alba-gnazi/ https://www.ibs.it/libri/autori/Alba%20Gnazi https://unpostodivacanzasite.wordpress.com/category/alba-gnazi/ https://www.pensieriparole.it/poesie/autori/alba-gnazi/pag1 https://larosainpiu.wordpress.com/2015/02/25/poesia-alba-gnazi-inediti/ https://leparolechetidico.blogspot.it/2013/02/le-poesie-di-alba-gnazi.html
Tania Puglia
"I look at myself in the mirror and don't like what I see: wrinkled, tousled, what is left of my makeup drops like two half moons under my eyes. I probably threw up, I can't remember, because my clothes are dirty...I get in the shower, but there's no water. I turn the tap on and…Read more Tania Puglia
Patrizia Sardisco
"light winds are blowing vacant winds suspended from nothing heartbeats harden..." https://paralleltexts.blog/2015/09/08/venti-leggerilight-winds-by-patrizia-sardisco/ https://paralleltexts.blog/tag/patrizia-sardisco/ https://www.ibs.it/libri/autori/Patrizia%20Sardisco https://unpostodivacanzasite.wordpress.com/category/patrizia-sardisco-2/ https://www.carteggiletterari.it/category/patrizia-sardisco/
Julia Leverone
"When I leave it in the sink, my love, the good knife sprouts a variable circle of rust..." https://paralleltexts.blog/tag/julia-leverone/ http://julialeverone.com/index.html https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/15416266.Julia_Leverone
Susanna Basso
"The daily exercise of translation has put me into contact with phenomena of attention to the written page. I consider them specific to my art, similar, perhaps, to the tactile sensitivity of a tailor in understanding the texture of a fabric and evaluating the possible use." https://paralleltexts.blog/2015/01/18/sul-tradurreon-translation-by-susanna-basso/ https://paralleltexts.blog/tag/susanna-basso/ http://www.asymptotejournal.com/nonfiction/susanna-basso-lessons-in-slowness/ https://books.google.it/books/about/Sul_tradurre.html?id=YZtBQwAACAAJ&redir_esc=y http://www.lafeltrinelli.it/libri/susanna-basso/154620
Roberta De Piccoli
"Above the sea, ocean Above the clouds, above all A cry would suffice to expel the air that collects within an intestinal mass..." https://paralleltexts.blog/2014/11/01/concordare-le-paroleconcord-of-words-by-roberta-de-piccoli/ https://robertadepiccoli.wordpress.com/ http://gazzettadimodena.gelocal.it/modena/cronaca/2016/10/24/news/una-vita-in-musica-e-parole-1.14302039 https://www.stanza251.com/poesia/?tag=Roberta+De+Piccoli
Carla Vettorello
"I read you like a book But I will not be the one to turn your pages, I will not take your hand to help you write..." https://paralleltexts.blog/2014/10/29/i-soliti-accordi-only-lonely-notes-by-carla-vettorello/ http://www.poetipoesia.com/?audiolibro=carla-vettorello https://www.ibs.it/libri/autori/Carla%20Vettorello
#womenintranslation
These women have accompanied me (on paper, but also in life) in the past two and a half years on my blog, their words, their wisdom. So many poets, writers, journalists, scholars, brilliant women...and I thank them all. Every day this month will be dedicated to one of them (and more). Enjoy. (mc) …Read more #womenintranslation
Crivu #6/ Sieve by Patrizia Sardisco
Crivu #6 Patrizia Sardisco i àrichi su’ acqua sugnu idda nt’a vuci nto latti ncapu a lingua bianca muntagna e s’arruzzola achiòviri cu m’u lassau ritto ca l’acchianari ìu ca ‘l’ha chianiàru ìu Sieve #6 Patrizia Sardisco our roots are water she is there in my voice in the milky lymph of my…Read more Crivu #6/ Sieve by Patrizia Sardisco
Alba by Patrizia Sardisco
Alba Patrizia Sardisco le musiche pazienti non dileguano l’acqua è un subliminale risorgente nel proprio corpo persa poderosa di sé impregnata di sé una donna traguarda da una penna bianchi balani e in altre concrezioni il mare la linea alba segna un arco sulle note tangente agli orizzonti futuribili fruibili domani tutti i limiti, lei…Read more Alba by Patrizia Sardisco
Teoria idraulica delle famiglie/The hydraulic theory of families by Elisa Casseri
TEORIA IDRAULICA DELLE FAMIGLIE Elisa Casseri Il momento di una forza misura la capacità di quella forza di far ruotare un oggetto rispetto a un punto, mentre la forza di un momento misura la capacità di quel momento di far mutare una situazione in maniera completamente diversa rispetto a quella che dovrebbe essere. Quando Luigi…Read more Teoria idraulica delle famiglie/The hydraulic theory of families by Elisa Casseri
parallel texts: words reflected 