#41 I miss San Lorenzo

 

La notte di San Lorenzo, San Lorenzo’s night, or la notte delle stelle cadenti, the night of falling stars.

Everyone spend that night with the nose up watching the sky.

The perfect night for a pic nic on the beach waiting for the falling stars, or even better on top of a mountains far from artificial lights.

X Agosto

San Lorenzo, io lo so perché tanto
di stelle per l’aria tranquilla
arde e cade, perché sì gran pianto
nel concavo cielo sfavilla.

Ritornava una rondine al tetto:
l’uccisero: cadde tra spini;
ella aveva nel becco un insetto:
la cena de’ suoi rondinini.

Ora è là, come in croce, che tende
quel verme a quel cielo lontano;
e il suo nido è nell’ombra che attende,
che pigola sempre più piano.

Anche un uomo tornava al suo nido:
l’uccisero: disse: ‘Perdono’;
e restò negli aperti occhi un grido:
portava due bambole in dono …

Ora là, nella casa romita,
lo aspettano, aspettano invano:
egli immobile, attonito, addita
le bambole al cielo lontano.

E tu, Cielo, dall’alto dei mondi
sereni, infinito, immortale,
oh! d’un pianto di stelle lo inondi
quest’atomo opaco del Male.

(Giovanni Pascoli http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Giovanni_Pascoli )

‘The 10th of August

San Lorenzo, I know way so many stars are burning and falling in the tranquil air, why such great weeping sparkles in the concave sky.

A swallow was returning to its home: they killed her: she fell amongst thorns; in her beak she had an insect: the dinner for her little swallows.

Now she is there, as if on a cross, holding out that worm to the distant heaven; and her nest is in the shadow waiting, chirping ever more softly.

A man was also going back to his nest: they killed him: he said: ‘Forgiveness’; and in his open eyes there remained a scream: he was bringing two dolls as presents …

Now there, in the remote house, they are waiting for him, waiting in vain: he, motionless, astonished, points the dolls to the distant heaven.

And you, Heaven, from the heights of serene worlds, infinite, immortal, oh! with a weeping of stars you flood this atom, opaque with Evil.’

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