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Bagni di Lucca

by Sasha

Member since 2004 · Posted 5 Nov 2006 · 6 comments

Translated from the Italian of Eugenio Montale Between the thud of chestnuts And the hum of tempestuous weather That heaves their sounds together, This heart hesitates. Precocious winter’s northern wind Sets all in a shiver. My eyes Peer over the ledge that lets The day dissolve into ice. Marble, branches-- at a touch the leaves like arrows launch to the ditch with a twist. The final herd heads past, their breath a part of the rising mist.

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[8] Ranger 6-Nov-06/9:46 AM Reply
I'll trust you to have got the translation right. Is this a form of sonnet?
[n/a] Sasha › Ranger 6-Nov-06/8:03 PM Reply
No. It's just rhymed spontaneously, as is Montale's fashion.
[8] howl 8-Nov-06/2:51 AM Reply
and how does one go about translating daft formatting?
[n/a] INTRANSIT 8-Nov-06/6:12 AM Reply
Ranger, Howl? Why the eights?
[8] Ranger › INTRANSIT 8-Nov-06/10:59 AM Reply
Because, in comparison with this: http://www.poemranker.com/poem-details.jsp?id=130209
this: http://www.poemranker.com/poem-details.jsp?id=103199
and this: http://www.poemranker.com/poem-details.jsp?id=101876
it's an eight.
[2] Edna Sweetlove 8-Nov-06/1:06 PM Reply
I have been to the baths at Lucca. They were out of soap at the time so I had to make do with a tinkle.