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Canti ❮PDF / Epub❯ ★ Canti Author Giacomo Leopardi – Buyprobolan50.co.uk Leopardi's rejection of the Catholicism of his childhood and Enlightenment optimism gives his work a contemporary feel In JG Nichols's translations we grasp the consistent strain of thought in writing Leopardi's rejection of the Catholicism of his childhood and Enlightenment optimism gives his work a contemporary feel In JG Nichols's translations we grasp the consistent strain of thought in writing including a biography woven of Leopardi's own words.


10 thoughts on “Canti

  1. Eadweard Eadweard says:

    Read in memory of a dear friendYou will be missed Human life was made of vanities             glad fantasies and strange ideas             we chased after them together; what survives             now that the green has been leached out of things?The certain lonely knowledgethat everything is vain but grief Fate is heartless             and denies fair weather             to human courage       and a pure heart won’t survive in a weak breast All is mystery except our pain Oh in youth when hope has a long road ahead             and the way of memory is short how sweet it is remembering what happened             though it was sad and though the pain endures Oh how often remembering             that you are not alive and I won’t see you             in the world again I can’t believe it             What is this thing called death? If only I             could know it now myself and save       my unprotected head from savage fate             I’m young and yet my youth is being spent             and lost like old agewhich I am afraid of though it’s distant             But sweet youth isn’t very different       from age for me The two of us             were born for suffering she said             There was nothing happy in our lives             and heaven took pleasure in our pain I strip myself of gentleness and kindness            becoming someone who despises men             thanks to the herd around me And all the while             youth’s beloved moment flies dear       than fame and laurel dearer than the simple             light of day and breath O single flower             of my arid life I’m losing youjoylessly for no good reason             in this inhuman place beset by sufferingHopes hopes O bright illusions            of my early years Whenever I talk             I come around to you for though time passes       and affections and ideas change             I can’t forget you Yes I understand             glory and honor are phantoms;             joys and things mere wishes; life produces nothing   only senseless suffering Yet though my yearsare empty though my mortal life             is barren and lightless I can see             that fate’s depriving me of little             Yet sometimes I think back on you old hopes of mine and my sweet first imagining and then       I look at my life so purposeless so painful             and see that death             is what remains for me of so much hope             I feel my heart break and I’m totally             inconsolable about my fate      And when at last this death I’ve prayed for             is upon me and the end             of my misadventure will have come             when earth will be an unfamiliar valley             and the future flies from view I’m sure    I’ll think of you again and my imagining             will make me sigh again will make me bitter             that I lived in vain and the sweet release             of my last day will be alloyed with suffering Man is born by labor      and birth itself means risking death             The first thing that he feels             is pain and torment and from the start             mother and father             seek to comfort him for being born      As he grows             they nurture him             and constantly by word and deed             seek to instill courage             consoling him for being human      Parents can do no loving             thing for their children             But why bring to light             why educate             someone we’ll console for living later? This I know and feel             that from the eternal motions             from my fragile being             others may derive             some good or gladness; life for me is wrong Happy indeed if you’re allowed             respite from sorrow blessed when             death cures you of all sorrow I see not just the hope         but the desire for loved illusions             is done for us Be still forever             You have beaten long enough             Nothing deserves your throbbing nor is earth            worth sighing over Life is merely       bitterness and boredom and the world is filth             Now be calm Despair for the last time             Death is the one thing             fate gave our kind You chose that life should disappoint             the hope of youth      that the wave of years be full of pain             with death our only             shield from suffering;             and this inevitable end this changeless law             you established for the human journey       Alas after these streets of suffering             why not at least prescribe a happy end?             Indeed why show us             what we hold up to the soul             as the certain future while we live       the one comfort for our painswhy show the port             arrayed in black             and beset by such unhappy shadows              frightening to behold than any storm?How O Nature does your heart             let you sever   friend from friend             brother from brother             child from parent             loved one from lover and when one has died             expect the other to live on?     How could you let so much pain             be necessary to us in that mortal             has to keep on loving mortal?             But Nature in her actions is concerned             with something else besides our pain or joy Human nature             if you’re merely weak and worthless             dust and shadow why aspire so high?             But if you’re partly noble             why are your best actions and intentions       so easily by such unworthy causes             both engendered and destroyed So youth fades out             so it leaves mortal life             behind The shadows             and the shapes of glad illusions             flee and distant hopes       that prop our mortal             nature up give way              commit to present pleasures             your brief life Alone eternal in the world             all creation bent your way             Death our naked being             rests in you         not happy no but safe             from age old suffering             Deep night in our troubled minds             obscures the terrible idea;             the arid spirit lacks      breath for hope and desire             freed thus from strife and fear             peaceably it spends             the empty inexorable years             We lived and like       a terrifying ghost             a nursing infant’s fitful dreama vague memory of living             flickers in the soul             But memory’s a far cry from fear       What were we?             What was that bitter             moment known as life?             To us today it seems             a secret fearful thing      the way that death seems alien             to those who are alive             As it fled death in life             now our naked being             shrinks from the vital flame       not happy no but safe;             since fate bans happiness             for mortals and the dead


  2. Alan Alan says:

    Leopardi died just under forty so possibly his many poems about dying grow from his own health but they may also derive from his Romantic replacement of religion—like Keats’s odes the Nightingale “My heart aches and a drowsy numbness pains My sense as though of hemlock I had drunk” or his Grecian Urn or even his To Autumn Leopardi was my first Italian mentor’s favorite poet outside his Medieval specialty— John McNally Chaucerian at the U of Minnesota Since my mentor was a hilarious former Chicago cop I did not realize what a downer Leopardi can be Many of his occasional poems here are sepulchral On one ancient bas relief a youth is depicted departing “Al nido uando ti parti Non tornerai” from the nest you fledge never to return “L’aspetto De’ tuoi dolci parents Lasci per sempre” You leave the sight of your family your new home is underground 77 But one poem I’ve uoted and referred to since it evokes astronomy which I spoke on at Harvard Center for Astrophysics Leopardi seems to counter Pascal’s fear of space—perhaps vast space challenges the existence of God Famously Pascal wrote “Le silence éternel de ces espaces infinis m’effraie” PenséesLeopardi fixes his mind on the infinite silence from a withdrawn hill with a hedge shielding part of the horizon and “Il cor non si spaura” L’infinito in Canti 34 The sound of the wind contrasts the living present with the infinite silence “uesta Immensità s’annega il pensier mio E il naufragar m’è dolce un uest mare”final lines of 15 hexameter iambs The immensity drowns my thought but it’s sweet to sail on this sea Alla Luna sometimes called by its twelfth line La ricordanza begins invoking the Moon O graziosa luna over this hill now as the year turns I come full of wonder and anxiety Now the delightful Moon reminds me of the great pain I remember from this time of year But I thank you Gracious Moon for filling me with memories even of pain Another La Sera del Di di Festa The Feast Day Evening also begins with looking at the Moon again preferring a windless night as in L'infinito Oh my lady the Moon reveals every mountain every path ogni sentiero but where are the sounds of the ancients the Romans? The rumbles across the earth and the ocean? Tutta è pace e silenzio All is peace and silence Contrast plenty of noise from the soccer field in “A un Vincitore nel Pallone“ To the winner at Soccer “with a beaming face and happy voiceLearn how feminine timeout wins over sweaty virtue; listen how the heart moves with high desires The crowd at the arena or the track echoes with your shuddering” Apprendi E uanto al feminile ozio sovrasti La sudate virtude” 18 In a couple of translations of Simonides he adapts Christian teaching “Ogni mundano evento È di Gioveo figlio ” Every World event derives from Jove or his son Men struggle through a thousand evils but


  3. Debbie Zapata Debbie Zapata says:

    This poetry collection was a little bit out of the ordinary for me I usually read poems in fits and starts savoring them as I go along with other things and sometimes a collection can take much longer to work through than you would think And I don't always read about the poet while I am reading the poems unless I am stumped for any idea of what they are trying to say When I was setting this title up on my currently reading shelf I noticed a review which said the poems were very depressing I thought oh great Well I'll give it a go anyway Along came the preface with this bit of insight for me Leopardi was substantially a poet—that is to say he had imagination sentiment passion an intense love of beauty a powerful impulse towards things ideal The sad tone of his speculations about the universe and human destiny gave an impression of mournfulness to his lines but this rather deepened the pathos of his workOkay I was really ready for sad poems after that And they were sad And angry And sometimes whining In the first poem To Italy 1818 he wonders what happened to the ancient splendor of the country and what would the heroes of past times think of the current country where The youth of ItalyTheir hireling swords for other lands have baredOh wretched he in war who fallsNot for his native shoresHis loving wife and children dearBut fighting for another's gainAnd by another's foe is slainI did not know enough about Italian history to know what was happening at that time so I did a little exploring and it seems this was the time of the Napoleonic Wars and their aftermath Italy was not even a truly unified country at that time So there was even of an explanation for the sadness A patriotic poet trying to shame his countrymen into becoming great again The first few poems are repeats of this same theme long verses that ask what would Dante and Cicero think about the Italy of 1818?I thought there might be a change in the poem To His Sister Paolina On Her Approaching Marriage but Leopardi earned his first virtual smack upside the head from me here Imagine writing to your sister on such a supposedly joyous event as her wedding and instead of wishing her happiness etc etc you tell her this in the very first lines of a long ranting poem Since now thou art about to leaveThy father's uiet houseAnd all the phantoms and illusions dearThat heaven born fancies round it weaveAnd to this lonely region lend their charmUnto the dust and noise of life condemnedBy destiny soon wilt thou learn to seeOur wretchedness and infamyMy sister dear who in these mournful timesAlas wilt unhappy souls bestowOn our unhappy ItalyOh brother And then the sister didn't get married at that time after all go figure But this made me curious what was this guy's problem? Off to wiki I went and found that he had huge health issues probably tuberculosis of the bone and very strained relationships with his parents and had fallen in love when he was eighteen but was rejected and never got over it and wrecked his already fragile health by too much study as a young man and on and on In other words he was a mess and as I read along in the collection I began to wonder how he ever managed to keep from killing himself But I also became very annoyed with the man Many people have serious issues in life and still manage to find and focus on Joy even if it is just one moment of it a day They find it and they don't constantly complain about their past or their present It is called acceptance and is a mature thing to be able to do Leopardi was a deep thinker very true and a talented poet also true But he was a very unhappy miserable person who never seemed to grow up and to me most of his poems were merely fancy versions of high school angst


  4. ROC ROC says:

    Odi et amo uare id faciam fortasse reuiris?nescio sed fieri sentio et excrucior CatullusOrnate and often dreamlike experiencing Canti is like exploring the Hellenistic ruins Leopardi was so fond of splendorous in youth now turned barren by timeMasterfully tuned in both style and evocation you can see why Nietzsche called Leopardi one of the four finest prose stylists of the 19th century and indeed one of Italy's greatest poets Though known for his pessimism this wasn't due to personal disgraces Leopardi was considered deformed rejected by all the women he loved confined to a small town near Naples constantly ill from relentless study so they say and died at the age of 39 Yet he was incredibly sensitive and smart Two things combined that rarely work something we should keep in mind if we want to understand his reflections There were many literates of the time who moved objections to him repeating that he was just unlucky and hated life for that reason that he mired himself in anger In all actuality Leopardi loved life even too much and it was that love that made him hate it


  5. William William says:

    Leopardi's poetic lamentations are an inevitable conclusion of the universe Everything is assaulted demeaned condemned as simply a stain on the perfection of silence infinitude and that which cannot recognize the despicable Other


  6. Natalija Natalija says:

    He likes Italy and dead girls too much


  7. Breslin White Breslin White says:

    In this seemingly good English translation of Mr Townsend we get a rare look at Italian syntax which is unseen in English Take a look at the following poemTo The Spring Now that the sun the faded charmsOf heaven again restoresAnd gentle zephyr the sick air revivesAnd the dark shadows of the cloudsAre put to flightAnd birds their naked breasts confideUnto the wind and the soft lightWith new desire of love and with new hopeThe conscious beasts in the deep woodsAmid the melting frosts inspires;May not to you poor human souls Weary and overborne with briefThe happy age return which miseryAnd truth's dark torch before its time consumed? A personal favorite of mine is the poem which goes on about the outrages of the destruction of a volcano Having not been able to locate it I offer this metrical poem in its placeCalm After Storm The storm hath passed;I hear the birds rejoice; the henReturned into the road again Her cheerful notes repeats The sky sereneIs in the west upon the mountain seenThe country smiles; bright runs the silver streamEach heart is cheered; on every side revive The sounds the labors of the busy hiveThe workman gazes at the watery skyAs standing at the door he singsHis work in hand; the little wife goes forthAnd in her pail the gathered rain drops brings; The vendor of his wares from lane to laneBegins his daily cry again


  8. Mauberley Mauberley says:

    If you love poetry why haven't your read this book? If you answer that you have never heard of its author Giacomo Leopardi after visiting this page you no longer have that excuse Once in a very great while we read something that changes our life and this dear friend is one of those books Sincerest congratulations to John Galassi for his wonderful translations and very helpful notes His suggestion that a newcomer should begin with the idylls is well heeded However the bays and laurels are Leopardi's alone Prepare to stand in the presence of greatness


  9. Lorena Lorena says:

    Srtange how reading for pleasure changes everything I hated Leopardi growing up having to study him in school I thought of him as a loner even a looser I was wrong he was a smart man way ahead of his time who had a magic way with words


  10. Marc Marc says:

    Read in Dutch translation Very cumbersome and dark undertone Some gems XIX to Count Carlo Pepoli life doesn't make sense but we try to live it; is a program poemXXV on Saturdays in the village beautiful restrained description with wistful undertone; XXVI the overriding thought perfect ode to love in this valley of tears; much cordial and brisk than all other poems together


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