{"id":3600,"date":"2013-07-10T07:00:00","date_gmt":"2013-07-10T07:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/blogs.transparent.com\/italian\/?p=3600"},"modified":"2013-07-11T07:50:56","modified_gmt":"2013-07-11T07:50:56","slug":"il-rosso-melograno","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blogs.transparent.com\/italian\/il-rosso-melograno\/","title":{"rendered":"Il Rosso Melograno"},"content":{"rendered":"<p align=\"justify\">Last Sunday we went for a day out in the hills between Parma and Piacenza, in Emilia Romagna. While we were wandering around Castell\u2019Arquato, a beautiful medieval town on the outskirts of the Pianura Padana, I noticed that almost every garden had<strong> un albero di melograno<\/strong> (a pomegranate tree), covered in bright red flowers. My mind immediately went to a poem by <strong>Giosu\u00e8 Carducci<\/strong> entitled <strong>Pianto Antico<\/strong> (Ancient Cry).<\/p>\n<div align=\"justify\">\n<table border=\"0\" cellspacing=\"0\" cellpadding=\"2\" width=\"300\">\n<tbody>\n<tr>\n<td valign=\"top\" width=\"298\"><a href=\"https:\/\/blogs.transparent.com\/italian\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/4\/2013\/07\/450px-Giosu_Carducci2.jpg\" aria-label=\"450px Giosu Carducci2 Thumb\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" style=\"border-right-width: 0px;padding-left: 0px;padding-right: 0px;border-top-width: 0px;border-bottom-width: 0px;border-left-width: 0px;padding-top: 0px\" border=\"0\" alt=\"450px-Giosu\u00e8_Carducci2\"  width=\"304\" height=\"404\" \/ src=\"https:\/\/blogs.transparent.com\/italian\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/4\/2013\/07\/450px-Giosu_Carducci2_thumb.jpg\"><\/a><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr>\n<td valign=\"top\" width=\"298\"><strong><em><font color=\"#646b86\">Giosu\u00e8 Carducci<\/font><\/em><\/strong><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/tbody>\n<\/table><\/div>\n<p align=\"justify\">Giosu\u00e8 Carducci was born near Pietrasanta, Lucca, in 1835, and died in Bologna in 1907. In 1906 he received the Nobel Prize for Literature. This poem, written in 1871, is dedicated to his son Dante, who had died from typhus the year before, at the age of three. The title, Pianto Antico, refers to the timeless cry of despair made by every father who has lost his son. In the poem Carducci compares the blossoming pomegranate tree in his garden to himself, whom he likens to a tree that has dried out after the death of his only son, the flower of the tree. <\/p>\n<div align=\"justify\">\n<table border=\"0\" cellspacing=\"0\" cellpadding=\"2\" width=\"546\">\n<tbody>\n<tr>\n<td valign=\"top\" width=\"544\"><a href=\"https:\/\/blogs.transparent.com\/italian\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/4\/2013\/07\/fiore_melograno1.jpg\" aria-label=\"Fiore Melograno Thumb1\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" style=\"border-right-width: 0px;padding-left: 0px;padding-right: 0px;border-top-width: 0px;border-bottom-width: 0px;border-left-width: 0px;padding-top: 0px\" border=\"0\" alt=\"fiore_melograno\"  width=\"539\" height=\"405\" \/ src=\"https:\/\/blogs.transparent.com\/italian\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/4\/2013\/07\/fiore_melograno_thumb1.jpg\"><\/a><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr>\n<td valign=\"top\" width=\"544\"><strong><em><font color=\"#646b86\">Il fiore del melograno<\/font><\/em><\/strong><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/tbody>\n<\/table><\/div>\n<p align=\"justify\">The choice of a pomegranate tree is also a symbolic one. Since ancient times the pomegranate has been used as a symbol of fertility and rebirth amongst Mediterranean cultures. It was frequently used by the Etruscans, whose funerary urns often show the deceased, usually a woman, holding a pomegranate in her hands.<\/p>\n<table border=\"0\" cellspacing=\"0\" cellpadding=\"2\" width=\"535\">\n<tbody>\n<tr>\n<td valign=\"top\" width=\"249\">\n<p align=\"justify\"><font color=\"#400080\" size=\"6\" face=\"Gabriola\"><strong>Pianto Antico<\/strong><\/font><\/p>\n<p align=\"justify\"><font color=\"#400080\" size=\"5\" face=\"Gabriola\"><strong>L&#8217;albero a cui tendevi                <br \/>la pargoletta mano,                 <br \/>il verde melograno                 <br \/>da&#8217; bei vermigli fior,<\/strong><\/font><\/p>\n<p align=\"justify\"><font color=\"#400080\" size=\"5\" face=\"Gabriola\"><strong>nel muto orto solingo                <br \/>rinverd\u00ec tutto or ora                 <br \/>e giugno lo ristora                 <br \/>di luce e di calor.<\/strong><\/font><\/p>\n<p align=\"justify\"><font color=\"#400080\" size=\"5\" face=\"Gabriola\"><strong>Tu fior della mia pianta                <br \/>percossa e inaridita,                 <br \/>tu dell&#8217;inutil vita                 <br \/>estremo unico fior,<\/strong><\/font><\/p>\n<p align=\"justify\"><font color=\"#400080\" size=\"5\" face=\"Gabriola\"><strong>sei ne la terra fredda,                <br \/>sei ne la terra negra;                 <br \/>n\u00e9 il sol pi\u00f9 ti rallegra                 <br \/>n\u00e9 ti risveglia amor.<\/strong><\/font><\/p>\n<\/td>\n<td valign=\"top\" width=\"285\">\n<p align=\"justify\"><font size=\"6\" face=\"Gabriola\">Ancient Cry<\/font><\/p>\n<p align=\"justify\"><font size=\"5\" face=\"Gabriola\">The tree towards which              <br \/>you stretched your baby hand               <br \/>the green pomegranate               <br \/>with its beautiful vermilion flowers,<\/font><\/p>\n<p align=\"justify\"><font size=\"5\" face=\"Gabriola\">in the silent solitary garden              <br \/>has now come back to life,               <br \/>and June refreshes it               <br \/>with light and warmth.<\/font><\/p>\n<p align=\"justify\"><font size=\"5\" face=\"Gabriola\">You, flower of my beaten              <br \/>and dried out plant,               <br \/>you, of my useless life               <br \/>last ultimate flower,<\/font><\/p>\n<p align=\"justify\"><font size=\"5\" face=\"Gabriola\">you are in the cold earth,              <br \/>you are in the black earth;               <br \/>neither the sun delights you more               <br \/>nor love reawakens you.<\/font><\/p>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/tbody>\n<\/table>\n<p align=\"justify\">\n<p align=\"justify\"><font color=\"#800000\" size=\"5\" face=\"Gabriola\"><strong><\/strong><\/font><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<img width=\"350\" height=\"263\" src=\"https:\/\/blogs.transparent.com\/italian\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/4\/2013\/07\/fiore_melograno_thumb1-350x263.jpg\" class=\"attachment-post-thumbnail size-post-thumbnail wp-post-image tmp-hide-img\" alt=\"\" decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" srcset=\"https:\/\/blogs.transparent.com\/italian\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/4\/2013\/07\/fiore_melograno_thumb1-350x263.jpg 350w, https:\/\/blogs.transparent.com\/italian\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/4\/2013\/07\/fiore_melograno_thumb1.jpg 539w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 350px) 100vw, 350px\" \/><p>Last Sunday we went for a day out in the hills between Parma and Piacenza, in Emilia Romagna. While we were wandering around Castell\u2019Arquato, a beautiful medieval town on the outskirts of the Pianura Padana, I noticed that almost every garden had un albero di melograno (a pomegranate tree), covered in bright red flowers. 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