The Ginestra, by Count Giacomo THE FLOWER OF THE WILDERNESS. Here on the arid ridge Of dead Vesuvius Exterminator. Other articles where Ginestra is discussed: Giacomo Leopardi: among other works, he wrote Ginestra , a long poem included in Ranieri's posthumous. Incontro letterario con il prof. Bruno Germano, presidente della Fondazione Natalino Sapegno: “La Ginestra” di Giacomo Leopardi.
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Now I think of you, also, father of the elect, strong, just: I will speak of how you were sitting, resting, screened by the midday shade, of your tent, on the sweet plain of Mamre, space and pasture for your flocks: True, streams of pure milk did not flow down the face of native cliffs, shepherds did leopardi la ginestra drive tigers to the fold with their flocks, or wolves to the springs for their pleasure: And a happy race still lives in the vast forests of California, whose hearts are not withered by pale care, whose limbs harsh disease does not waste: Their shores and caves and peaceful woods leopardi la ginestra open to our un-abating leopardi la ginestra In cliffs or deepest valleys we take joy in the storm, in the widespread flight of the stricken flocks, or in the sound and conquering fury of water, on the shifting banks of the deep river.
Your mantle is lovely, O sacred sky, and you are lovely dew-wet earth. Ah, not one part of that infinite beauty was granted to wretched Sappho by the gods, or pitiless fate.
- Ginestra | poem by Leopardi |
O Nature, I am only a humble leopardi la ginestra troubled guest in your proud kingdom, a lover scorned, and I turn heart and eyes in vain, in supplication, towards your graceful form. What fault, what wicked excess stained me at birth, that heaven turned me towards ill and her face from fortune?
How did childhood, when life is ignorant of wrong, sin, so that stripped of youth, its flower, my iron-dark thread was wound on the spindle of indomitable Fate? Incautious words spill from my lips: All is hidden, except our unhappiness. Neglected children we are born to weep, leopardi la ginestra our purpose lies in the lap of the gods.
The Ginestra, - Poem by Count Giacomo Leopardi
Oh the cares, the hopes of our youth! But leopardi la ginestra Father gave dreams, sweet dreams eternal dominion over men: The worthless veil fallen to earth, the naked spirit will fly towards Dis, erasing the cruel error of the blind dispenser of Fate.
And you, live as happily as any mortal ever lived on earth, you, through whom a long unrequited love long loyalty, and the vain fury of implacable desire gripped me. Jupiter has not sprinkled me with happiness from his bitter jar, and my illusions died with my childhood dreams.
Leopardi la ginestra the happiest days of our youth are gone.
See, Tartarus is left of all the prizes hoped for, the leopardi la ginestra illusions: By what hopes is your heart sustained? In what thoughts, in what happy or irksome works do you employ that leisure your distant ancestors bequeathed you this heavy and exhausting gift?
All life is idle, in every human condition, if all the effort, that is aimed at nothing worthy, and has no power to realise its intent, is rightly named idleness.
And if I should call the labouring crowd, leopardi la ginestra at tranquil dawn and evening, breaking the soil, or tending crops and herds, idle, I would be right, since their life is to sustain life, and life has no value to the human race of itself alone.
The experienced sailor spends days and nights in idleness: So the creatures, in whose hearts the desire to be happy lives, no less vainly than it does in ours, intent on what is needed for their lives, spend leopardi la ginestra time less sadly, and less burdened, than us, not condemning the slow hours.
I mean the necessity of getting through our lives: But I will sooner far reveal, As clearly as I can, the deep disdain That I for thee within my bosom feel; Although I know, oblivion Awaits the man who holds his age in scorn: But this misfortune, which I share with thee, My laughter only moves.
And yet thou wouldst anew that thought enslave, By which alone we are redeemed, in part, From barbarism; by which alone True progress is obtained, And states are guided to a nobler end.
The Ginestra, Poem by Count Giacomo Leopardi - Poem Hunter
And so the truth of our hard lot, And of the humble place Which Nature gave us, pleased thee not; And like a coward, thou leopardi la ginestra turned thy back Upon the light, which made it evident; Reviling him who does that light pursue, And praising him alone Who, in his folly, or from motives base, Above the stars exalts the human race.
A man of poor estate, and weak of limb, But of a generous, truthful soul, Nor calls, nor deems himself A Croesus, or a Hercules, Nor makes himself ridiculous Before the world with vain pretence Of vigor or of opulence; But his infirmities and needs He lets appear, and without shame, And speaking frankly, calls each thing By its right name.
And to resent with arms all injuries, Or snares and pit-falls for a neighbor lay, Absurd leopardi la ginestra deems, as it would be, upon The field, surrounded by the enemy, The foe forgetting, bitter war With one's own friends to wage, And in the hottest of the fight, With cruel and misguided sword, One's fellow soldiers put to flight.