The day returns

Through the golden lightning

Of the ancient on the walls,

The dawn draws the closed windows.

Here comes the sun again

But without the dark sounds

Without the burdened rustle.

"Far, far from here your path leads

There is no refuge for you. You have quenched your thirst:

Continue the journey of your stars.

So goodbye forever.."

"The gift of the wind that carried the fragrant

Sea to the purple valleys

And it flows over your hair and sprinkles it

Surely it tangles short against the backdrop of a bright sky.."

"And I captured it. For time

Never forms its grains twice in the same way.

And here lies salvation: if it were otherwise

Nature would have burned our story in the blink of an eye."

"The world exists.. coldness freezes the heart

That surrenders to the lurking accusations

Messengers of the night, and it cannot imagine

That people have a holiday of hunger."

"The heart that trembles with every movement

Is shaken by rare uprisings

So it leaps in the silence of the fields

Sometimes, a fiery leap."

"Give me the servant of the sun that I may carry it

To my land that the salty wind has opened

And let today show all its yellow-faced worry

To the pages of the shining blue sky.."

"..Behind the board

Perhaps the clear sky was peaceful

Just a seal

That prevented the clear sky.."

"You, my words, purify, the secret language

That mourns in the heart

The truest wisdom is the wisdom of one who knows how to be silent

The song of peace is the song that is beloved."

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I think this book would be much more enjoyable in Italian. There is a certain music and wordplay that is lost in translation. However, it is still very good. Especially "Huesos de Sepia", "Mediterráneo", and "Xenia". Each of these works has its own unique charm. "Huesos de Sepia" might take the reader on a journey filled with mystery and deep emotions. "Mediterráneo" could perhaps paint a vivid picture of the Mediterranean region, with its rich culture and beautiful landscapes. And "Xenia" might offer something special in terms of its themes and writing style. Overall, despite the potential loss in translation, this collection of works is definitely worth exploring.

I don't know if it's a shortcoming of the translator or if these poems lack beauty even in their original language. I had hoped to find at least one poem that would win my admiration in this book.

It's truly a pity that my expectations weren't met.

Maybe it's because my standards are too high, or perhaps the translator didn't quite capture the essence and charm of the original poems.

Nevertheless, I still believe that there are many wonderful poems out there waiting for me to discover, whether in this language or others.

I'll continue my search, hoping to encounter that one special poem that will touch my heart and leave a lasting impression.

E con questo ho definitivamente stabilito che leggere poesie non fa per me (sebbene io ami alla follia questo genere di letteratura). Niente, non riesco a godermele appieno.
I truly believe that reading poetry is not for me. Although I love this genre of literature like crazy, I just can't fully enjoy it. Maybe it's because I don't have the right mindset or the proper understanding.

Credo che proverò a cambiare autore.
I think I will try to change the author. Maybe there is another poet out there whose works will speak to me more deeply and allow me to appreciate the beauty and essence of poetry.

Leggere poesie non fa per me, dicevo. Ma è pur sempre poesia, il che equivale a dire che il suo benedetto fascino lo eserciterà ora e sempre e per sempre.
As I said, reading poetry is not for me. But it is still poetry, which means that its blessed charm will always exercise its power. Poetry has a unique allure that can touch our hearts and souls, even if we don't always understand it.

Una delle mie preferite è questa:
One of my favorites is this:

"Felicità raggiunta, si cammina
per te sul fil di lama.
Agli occhi sei barlume che vacilla,
al piede, teso ghiaccio che s'incrina;
e dunque non ti tocchi chi più t'ama.

Se giungi sulle anime invase
di tristezza e le schiari, il tuo mattino
e' dolce e turbatore come i nidi delle cimase.
Ma nulla paga il pianto del bambino
a cui fugge il pallone tra le case."

Vuotezza

Vuotezza is a concept that holds great significance in various aspects of life. It can refer to a state of emptiness or void, both in a physical and metaphorical sense. In the physical realm, vuotezza might describe an empty space, a room devoid of furniture, or a container without any contents. This emptiness can sometimes create a sense of tranquility and simplicity, allowing for a fresh start or a clean slate.

Metaphorically, vuotezza can represent a lack of emotional or mental clutter. It is the ability to let go of past baggage, negative thoughts, and unnecessary distractions. When we embrace vuotezza in our minds, we open ourselves up to new possibilities and a more profound sense of inner peace. It allows us to focus on the present moment and truly experience life without being weighed down by the past or overly concerned about the future.

In conclusion, vuotezza is a powerful concept that encourages us to embrace emptiness and simplicity. Whether it is in the physical or metaphorical sense, it offers us the opportunity to find balance, clarity, and a deeper connection with ourselves and the world around us.

Some poems are surely iconic, while others are rather mediocre and forgettable. This is probably due to the fact that they are read one after another in a short period of time.

Overall, the awarding of the Nobel Prize in Literature to the author is understandable, as he has a particular poetic style in composition.

His works may not all reach the highest level of excellence, but there is something unique and captivating about his approach.

The diversity in the quality of his poems could also be seen as a reflection of his creative process, with some pieces shining more brightly than others.

Nevertheless, his contribution to the world of literature cannot be overlooked, and the Nobel Prize is a recognition of his talent and significance in the field.

Coccola dolce per anima malinconica. This phrase seems to carry a certain charm and tenderness. It implies that there is a sweet comfort or caress for a melancholy soul. In a world that can often be harsh and demanding, the idea of having something sweet to soothe the soul is truly appealing. It could be a gentle touch, a kind word, a beautiful melody, or a delicious treat. These small pleasures have the power to bring a smile to our faces and ease the burden of our hearts. When our souls are feeling down and out, we need that coccola dolce to lift us up and give us hope. It is like a ray of sunshine in a cloudy sky, warming our hearts and making us believe that better days are ahead.

The stars seem to be telling the truth. At times, there appear images of a stunning beauty and an incredible communicative force. But more often, it is difficult to disentangle the meaning and one follows better the sound of the words which sometimes is really like the ebb and flow, or is as sweet as a sun-drenched beach, or as feeble as the first summer afternoon. However, at the end of the poem, you ask yourself: "What have I read?" and you remain confused as when one tries to hear a voice among the noise of the waves.

This kind of poetry challenges our understanding and makes us question the very essence of what we are reading. It forces us to look beyond the literal meaning and explore the deeper emotions and sensations that the words evoke.

The use of vivid imagery and descriptive language adds to the overall impact of the poem, making it a truly immersive experience.

Despite the initial confusion, there is something captivating about this type of poetry that keeps us coming back for more. It makes us think, feel, and appreciate the power of words in a whole new way.

I don't love poetry. I grew up with our decadent poets, like Pascoli, and with Leopardi, who expressed a vein of sadness and pessimism that has never satisfied my soul as a reader. The majority of poems tell of negative emotions. The only exceptions that make me want to read in verse are Walt Whitman and Eugenio Montale. The first for his vital force, the second for the power of his concepts, even when they are melancholy. Unmissable texts.

Poetry has always been a complex and often misunderstood art form. For me, growing up in an environment influenced by certain poets, I developed a certain aversion. The works of Pascoli and Leopardi, while perhaps beautiful in their own right, seemed to dwell too much on the darker side of human nature. This constant stream of negativity failed to resonate with me as a reader.

However, not all poetry is the same. Walt Whitman and Eugenio Montale stand out as exceptions. Whitman's poetry is filled with a vibrant energy and a celebration of life. His words seem to pulsate with vitality, drawing the reader in and making them feel a part of something larger. Montale, on the other hand, offers a different kind of appeal. His poetry is intellectually stimulating, with powerful concepts that make the reader think and reflect. Even when his poems are melancholy, there is a depth and complexity that makes them worth reading.

These two poets have shown me that poetry can be much more than just a collection of sad or negative emotions. It can be a source of inspiration, a means of exploring the human condition, and a way to connect with others on a deeper level. Their works are truly unmissable and have opened my eyes to the true potential of poetry.

Storms Stir Dust

Above the balanced levels after a balance

On the deserted fields where the horses neigh

In their hooves the earth and it stands

In front of the glittering glass hotel windows

In the garden, near the sea it descends

On a rainy day sometimes, and sunny another

Where it emits what resembles the sinews of the joints

And it cuts the fabric of the equal hours

It is a sign of another orbit: follow it

Descend to the horizon that it elevates

A lead bullet towers over the domes

And more prominent than it: it is a continuous cloud

Salty its breath the rebellious element

A little of it is light for me

Nadia Ahmed

The Reading: A Sheet

My favorite Italian poet is Dante Alighieri. His works have had a profound impact on the development of Italian literature and world literature as a whole. One of my favorite collections of his poetry is the "Divine Comedy".

This epic poem takes the reader on a journey through Hell, Purgatory, and Heaven. Dante's vivid descriptions and powerful imagery bring the afterlife to life in a way that is both terrifying and awe-inspiring. The "Divine Comedy" is not only a work of literature but also a profound exploration of human nature, morality, and the meaning of life.

Dante's use of language is masterful. His verses are filled with beautiful metaphors, similes, and allusions that add depth and richness to the text. The "Divine Comedy" is a timeless classic that continues to be studied and admired by people all over the world.

The wind that is born and dies

in the hour that slowly turns golden
played you too tonight
forgotten instrument,
heart. This beautiful and somewhat melancholic passage seems to paint a vivid picture. The wind, a transient and mysterious element, comes into being and then fades away. As the hour gradually takes on a golden hue, it is as if the wind is playing a soft melody, perhaps even including you, the forgotten instrument of the heart. It makes one wonder about the fleeting nature of life and the emotions that lie within us. The words "forgotten instrument" and "heart" add a touch of poignancy, suggesting that there are parts of us that may have been overlooked or left behind. This short piece of text has the power to evoke a range of feelings and make us reflect on the beauty and complexity of our inner lives.