The Poems of Giovanni Pascoli, Translated in English, next to their Original Italian Text. Giovanni Pascoli (b. at San Mauro Romagna, December 31, 1855, d. at Barga April 6, 1912) was a classical scholar and one of the greatest European poets of his times. The work of Giovanni Pascoli is considered the beginning of modern Italian poetry. Amidst the thick fog, in the rough seas and the rugged shores of a country divided by historic, cultural, and linguistic barriers, Pascoli became the lighthouse to point to, in order to find a common language and a way to unity. In appearance, he often simply spoke of “little things:” bucolic scenes, small images of nature, peasants and their everyday chores; even animals, birds, plants, and flowers with mystical names found their cozy spot under the beaming sun of Pascoli’s marvelous pen.
Today, Umberto Saba (pseudonym of Umberto Poli, 1883–1957) is widely recognized as one of the most prominent European poets of the 20th century. His verses, tinged with melancholy and filled with compassion for the world's misery, are expressed in a language characterized by a sophisticated simplicity: light and rich of everyday words, yet musical and profound in poetic effect.
Like a pilgrim, or a spiritual vagrant, crisscrossing the country—always rolling on the very fabric of the continent: westwards and eastwards, to the eternal oceans, and from the northern vast plains down through the Appalachian, to the deep recesses of the lowlands, to the swamps—infallibly enough I would always return to my dwelling in Princeton. Many a time the lonely night was devoted to the contemplation of the moon of New Jersey, as I licked the wounds of a sore soul. I always wondered, how different that pale, ghostly circle of a moon was, from the one I encountered elsewhere above the magnificent land that I had been scampering about, and from the lost moon of my childhood. Yet, with adulthood—or maturity—seeing at last the rise and fall of earthling matters, I would flinch, my heart recoiling, as from something unpleasant. Thus, through the jaundiced, estranged buoy in the sky, I would recall past memories, and hold out my quivering hand to reach over to the always-receding mysteries of existence.
The most complete English translation of Gabriele D'Annunzio's poetical works, together with the full original texts. Gabriele D'Annunzio, Prince of Montenevoso, Duke of Gallese (12 March 1863 - 1 March 1938), was an Italian poet, journalist, playwright and soldier during World War I. He occupied a prominent place in Italian literature from 1889 to 1910 and later political life from 1914 to 1924. He was often referred to under the epithets Il Vate ("the Poet") or Il Profeta ("the Prophet").During the First World War, perception of D'Annunzio in Italy transformed from literary figure into a national war hero. He was associated with the elite Arditi storm troops of the Italian Army and took part in actions such as the Flight over Vienna. As part of an Italian nationalist reaction against the Paris Peace Conference, he set up the short-lived Italian Regency of Carnaro in Fiume (Rijeka, today's Croatia) with himself as Duce. The constitution made "music" the fundamental principle of the state and was corporative in nature. Though D'Annunzio never declared himself a fascist, he has been described as the forerunner of Italian fascism as his ideas and aesthetics influenced it and the style of Benito Mussolini.
Vincenzo Cardarelli (pseudonym of Nazareno Caldarelli, 1887-1959) journalist, poet, and literary critic, led a solitary, dignified existence, from a humble background, through self-taught education and innumerable peregrinations, until his final days in poverty and loneliness. He stood and sought for all that a true artist and intellectual has to stand and seek for: the uncompromising authenticity of art. Until now, with the sole exception of a few poems translated by the great Irish poet Desmond O'Grady in the late 1950's, the work of Vincenzo Cardarelli had remained precluded to the English speaking world and the international audience at large. The publication of this extensive collection will finally disclose the doors to one of the most prominent, yet still relatively unexplored, Italian and European poet of the twentieth century.
Eugenio Montale’s idiosyncratic poetry has challenged many English-language translators because of its obscure, often cryptic language. This essential anthology of Montale's work, the latest and most comprehensive English translation of this century, features poems from his masterpiece collections "Ossi di Seppia" (Cuttlefish Bones, 1925,) "Le Occasioni" (The Occasions, 1939,) and "Xenia” (1966.)
Vincenzo Cardarelli (pseudonym of Nazareno Caldarelli, 1887-1959) journalist, poet, and literary critic, led a solitary, dignified existence, from a humble background, through self-taught education and innumerable peregrinations, until his final days in poverty and loneliness. He stood and sought for all that a true artist and intellectual has to stand and seek for: the uncompromising authenticity of art.Until now, with the sole exception of a few poems translated by the great Irish poet Desmond O'Grady in the late 1950's, the work of Vincenzo Cardarelli had remained precluded to the English speaking world and the international audience at large. Finally, the publication of this extensive collection discloses the doors to one of the most prominent, yet still relatively unexplored, Italian and European poet of the twentieth century.
The most comprehensive English translation of the work of Giuseppe Ungaretti (1888 – 1970,) the leading representative of the experimental literary movement called Hermeticism, or Hermetic poetry. This edition includes poems from all of his major collections: "Porto Sepolto (1916,) “L'allegria di naufragi” (1919,)"L'allegria" (1931,) “Sentimento del tempo” (1933,) and "Il dolore," (1947.)
Midnight thirty: half-hour past "Geisterstunde," as it is still called in the broody hillsides hamlets of inner, rural Pennsylvania. In the deep stillness of the night, the tongue is loose, the eye quick, the ear alert, and the mind finally conducive to grasp all that in daylight is hidden. It is only at that time that truth is said, or whispered... In this surprising work of modern American literature, like a shimmering, wild creek under the full moonlight, the vein of poetry taps into the inexhaustible resources and riches of the land, and runs with inspiration and wisdom.
This is the most comprehensive and recent translation of Franz Kafka's stories, including short and long tales: the most renowned, as well as many that are less known to the broader audience. With all previous major English translations dating as far back as well before World War Two, the refreshing effort to bring Kafka anew to today's readers was long overdue. Rendered with absolute faithfulness to the original German text (also presented in this book), and with a language that is fully comprehensible to the twenty first century English speaking audience, the tantalizing modernity of Kafka's work compels us to delve into our sense of annihilation, the one of the individual before the overwhelming mechanisms of power, existence, and social relations.
Giovanni Pascoli (b. at San Mauro Romagna, December 31, 1855, d. at Barga April 6, 1912) was a classical scholar and one of the greatest European poets of his times.The work of Giovanni Pascoli is considered the beginning of modern Italian poetry.Amidst the thick fog, in the rough seas and the rugged shores of a country divided by historic, cultural, and linguistic barriers, Pascoli become the lighthouse to point to, in order to find a common language and a way to unity.In appearance, he often simply spoke of "little things:" bucolic scenes, small images of nature, peasants and their everyday chores; even animals, birds, plants, and flowers with mystical names found their cozy spot under the beaming sun of Pascoli's marvelous pen.
Today, Umberto Saba (pseudonym of Umberto Poli, 1883–1957) is widely recognized as one of the most prominent European poets of the 20th century. His verses, tinged with melancholy and filled with compassion for the world's misery, are expressed in a language characterized by a sophisticated simplicity: light and rich of everyday words, yet musical and profound in poetic effect.
Intertwined with the tantalizing, never-ending quest for a man's own roots and sense of self, the novel narrates the mysterious, epic story of the ancient people of the Alps, the untold history of mythical Rhaetia: a land largely identified with the Rhaetian Alps, a country that in 600 B.C. comprised what is today’s central and south-west Switzerland, Grisons and Ticino, Liechtenstein, the entire Tyrol and Vorarlberg in Austria, Valtellina in the north of Lombardy, and the Adige valley in Italy. At the time of the Roman conquest it extended to parts of Bavaria and Baden-Württemberg states in Germany, south of the river Danube, including the territories of the Vindelici people, who occupied the northern part of Rhaetia and whose chief town was Augusta Vindelicorum (Augsburg). Arguably, it is the human lamp itself, the fire of sheer existence, the barrier to our reconnection with the powerful forces of nature, and the beyond world, that of ancestry. What is it today the Spirit of Rhaetia? Does it still exist? Or was it just a dream in the darkness of the night that turned into fire, exhausted itself, and faded into oblivion? Our times are doomed, as we are presently confronted with the most powerful forces that blind our eyes, drain our strength, turn us into mere cannon fodder at the mercy of the demons of modernity. Like never before, a man's soul screams for freedom, his very flesh and bones ache for truth; his scorching thirst for meaning is unutterable and unbearable; he seeks for the burning sun, the cool moon, the glimmering skies, the very earth that never changed; he turns to the land of the ancestors for salvation, thus he turns to the everlasting and everstanding mountains. Now, one man will ascend them one last time, to rejoin his ancestors and meet the Almighty God.
This is the most comprehensive and recent translation of Franz Kafka's stories, including short and long tales: the most renowned, as well as many that are less known to the broader audience. With all previous major English translations dating as far back as well before World War Two, the refreshing effort to bring Kafka anew to today's readers was long overdue.Rendered with absolute faithfulness to the original German text (also presented in this book), and with a language that is fully comprehensible to the twenty first century English speaking audience, the tantalizing modernity of Kafka's work compels us to delve into our sense of annihilation, the one of the individual before the overwhelming mechanisms of power, existence, and social relations.
The most complete English translation of Gabriele D'Annunzio's poetical works, together with the full original texts. Gabriele D'Annunzio, Prince of Montenevoso, Duke of Gallese (12 March 1863 - 1 March 1938), was an Italian poet, journalist, playwright and soldier during World War I. He occupied a prominent place in Italian literature from 1889 to 1910 and later political life from 1914 to 1924. He was often referred to under the epithets Il Vate ("the Poet") or Il Profeta ("the Prophet").During the First World War, perception of D'Annunzio in Italy transformed from literary figure into a national war hero. He was associated with the elite Arditi storm troops of the Italian Army and took part in actions such as the Flight over Vienna. As part of an Italian nationalist reaction against the Paris Peace Conference, he set up the short-lived Italian Regency of Carnaro in Fiume (Rijeka, today's Croatia) with himself as Duce. The constitution made "music" the fundamental principle of the state and was corporative in nature. Though D'Annunzio never declared himself a fascist, he has been described as the forerunner of Italian fascism as his ideas and aesthetics influenced it and the style of Benito Mussolini.
Like a pilgrim, or a spiritual vagrant, crisscrossing the country-always rolling on the very fabric of the continent: westwards and eastwards, to the eternal oceans, and from the northern vast plains down through the Appalachian, to the deep recesses of the lowlands, to the swamps-infallibly enough I would always return to my dwelling in Princeton. Many a time the lonely night was devoted to the contemplation of the moon of New Jersey, as I licked the wounds of a sore soul. I always wondered, how different that pale, ghostly circle of a moon was, from the one I encountered elsewhere above the magnificent land that I had been scampering about, and from the lost moon of my childhood. Yet, with adulthood-or maturity-seeing at last the rise and fall of earthling matters, I would flinch, my heart recoiling, as from something unpleasant. Thus, through the jaundiced, estranged buoy in the sky, I would recall past memories, and hold out my quivering hand to reach over to the always-receding mysteries of existence.
Intertwined with the tantalizing, never-ending quest for a man's own roots and sense of self, the novel narrates the mysterious, epic story of the ancient people of the Alps, the untold history of mythical Rhaetia: a land largely identified with the Rhaetian Alps, a country that in 600 B.C. comprised what is today’s central and south-west Switzerland, Grisons and Ticino, Liechtenstein, the entire Tyrol and Vorarlberg in Austria, Valtellina in the north of Lombardy, and the Adige valley in Italy. At the time of the Roman conquest it extended to parts of Bavaria and Baden-Württemberg states in Germany, south of the river Danube, including the territories of the Vindelici people, who occupied the northern part of Rhaetia and whose chief town was Augusta Vindelicorum (Augsburg). Arguably, it is the human lamp itself, the fire of sheer existence, the barrier to our reconnection with the powerful forces of nature, and the beyond world, that of ancestry. What is it today the Spirit of Rhaetia? Does it still exist? Or was it just a dream in the darkness of the night that turned into fire, exhausted itself, and faded into oblivion? Our times are doomed, as we are presently confronted with the most powerful forces that blind our eyes, drain our strength, turn us into mere cannon fodder at the mercy of the demons of modernity. Like never before, a man's soul screams for freedom, his very flesh and bones ache for truth; his scorching thirst for meaning is unutterable and unbearable; he seeks for the burning sun, the cool moon, the glimmering skies, the very earth that never changed; he turns to the land of the ancestors for salvation, thus he turns to the everlasting and everstanding mountains. Now, one man will ascend them one last time, to rejoin his ancestors and meet the Almighty God.
Vincenzo Cardarelli (pseudonym of Nazareno Caldarelli, 1887-1959) journalist, poet, and literary critic, led a solitary, dignified existence, from a humble background, through self-taught education and innumerable peregrinations, until his final days in poverty and loneliness. He stood and sought for all that a true artist and intellectual has to stand and seek for: the uncompromising authenticity of art. Until now, with the sole exception of a few poems translated by the great Irish poet Desmond O'Grady in the late 1950's, the work of Vincenzo Cardarelli had remained precluded to the English speaking world and the international audience at large. The publication of this extensive collection will finally disclose the doors to one of the most prominent, yet still relatively unexplored, Italian and European poet of the twentieth century.
Eugenio Montale’s idiosyncratic poetry has challenged many English-language translators because of its obscure, often cryptic language. This essential anthology of Montale's work, the latest and most comprehensive English translation of this century, features poems from his masterpiece collections "Ossi di Seppia" (Cuttlefish Bones, 1925,) "Le Occasioni" (The Occasions, 1939,) and "Xenia” (1966.)
Vincenzo Cardarelli (pseudonym of Nazareno Caldarelli, 1887-1959) journalist, poet, and literary critic, led a solitary, dignified existence, from a humble background, through self-taught education and innumerable peregrinations, until his final days in poverty and loneliness. He stood and sought for all that a true artist and intellectual has to stand and seek for: the uncompromising authenticity of art.Until now, with the sole exception of a few poems translated by the great Irish poet Desmond O'Grady in the late 1950's, the work of Vincenzo Cardarelli had remained precluded to the English speaking world and the international audience at large. Finally, the publication of this extensive collection discloses the doors to one of the most prominent, yet still relatively unexplored, Italian and European poet of the twentieth century.
The Poems of Giovanni Pascoli, Translated in English, next to their Original Italian Text. Giovanni Pascoli (b. at San Mauro Romagna, December 31, 1855, d. at Barga April 6, 1912) was a classical scholar and one of the greatest European poets of his times. The work of Giovanni Pascoli is considered the beginning of modern Italian poetry. Amidst the thick fog, in the rough seas and the rugged shores of a country divided by historic, cultural, and linguistic barriers, Pascoli became the lighthouse to point to, in order to find a common language and a way to unity. In appearance, he often simply spoke of “little things:” bucolic scenes, small images of nature, peasants and their everyday chores; even animals, birds, plants, and flowers with mystical names found their cozy spot under the beaming sun of Pascoli’s marvelous pen.
Today, Umberto Saba (pseudonym of Umberto Poli, 1883–1957) is widely recognized as one of the most prominent European poets of the 20th century. His verses, tinged with melancholy and filled with compassion for the world's misery, are expressed in a language characterized by a sophisticated simplicity: light and rich of everyday words, yet musical and profound in poetic effect.
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