by
Angiolo Orvieto (1869 - 1967)
Visione Veneziana
Language: Italian (Italiano)
Grandi cumuli di rose,
di giunchiglie, di verbene,
di gerani e tuberose,
la mia gondola contiene.
Essa fila nell'aurora
che sorride sul canale,
che i palazzi grigi sfiora
col suo bacio d'immortale.
Presso ad una testa bionda
che fra le verbene affonda
e di rose s'incorona,
il mio capo s'abbandona.
E la gondola ci culla
tutti e due soavemente;
ma la pallida fanciulla
nulla vede e nulla sente.
Chiuse son le lunghe ciglia
sovra il sogno mattutino;
ella sembra una giunchiglia
sotto il cielo cilestrino.
Nell'aurora, fra gli odori
dei bei cumuli di fiori,
questa gondola mi porta,
con la mia diletta, morta.
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Venetian vision
Language: English after the Italian (Italiano)
Large heaps of roses,
Of daffodils, of verbena,
Of geraniums and tuberose
My gondola contains.
She spins in the dawn
That smiles on the canal,
That touches the grey palaces
With its immortal kiss.
Near a blonde-haired head
That among the verbena sinks
And with roses she crowns herself,
My head [loses itself].
And the gondola cradles us
Both sweetly;
But the pale maiden
Sees nothing and hears nothing.
Closed are the long eyelashes
Over the morning dream;
She resembles a daffodil
Under the celestine sky.
In the dawn, among the scents
Of the lovely heaps of flowers
This gondola carries me
With my beloved, dead.
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