{"id":434,"date":"2010-07-23T17:57:59","date_gmt":"2010-07-23T17:57:59","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/blogs.transparent.com\/italian\/?p=434"},"modified":"2010-07-23T17:57:59","modified_gmt":"2010-07-23T17:57:59","slug":"come-picchia-il-sole","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blogs.transparent.com\/italian\/come-picchia-il-sole\/","title":{"rendered":"Come Picchia il Sole!"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Meriggiare pallido e assorto
<\/strong>presso un rovente muro d’orto.
<\/strong>To slump at noon thought-sick and pale
under the scorching garden wall.<\/font><\/font><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/tbody>\n<\/table><\/div>\n

These opening lines of Montale’s famous poem (here with a translation by Millicent Bell) perfectly evoke the ambience of a hot summer day. I don’t expect to compete with a Nobel prize winner, but I would like to share a few personal images that, for me, represent the summer heat:<\/font><\/p>\n

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tutte le finestre spalancate
<\/strong>all the windows thrown wide open<\/font><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
il profumo del fico riscaldato dal sole
<\/strong>the scent of the fig tree warmed by the sun<\/font><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
il frinire stridente <\/strong><\/font>delle cicale
<\/strong>the strident screeching of the cicadas<\/font><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
il rinfrescante mormorio della fontana
<\/strong>the refreshing murmur of the fountain<\/font><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
il ronzio delle api che si dissetano alla fontana
<\/strong>the buzzing of the bees quenching their thirst at the fountain<\/font><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
i rami degli alberi che si piegano sotto il peso della frutta che matura
<\/strong>the tree branches that bow beneath the weight of the ripening fruit<\/font><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
il rosso dei pomodori che occhieggia fra il verde delle piante
<\/strong>the red of the tomatoes peeping through the green of the plants<\/font><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
i gerani brillanti sui balconi
<\/strong>brilliant geraniums on balconies<\/font><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
la frescura della pergola
<\/strong>the cool of the pergola<\/font><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
il dolce sapore dei meloni e le rinfrescanti fette d’anguria
<\/strong>the sweet taste of melons and refreshing slices of watermelon<\/font><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
la gente che si lamenta per il caldo: "come picchia il sole!", "mamma mia, che caldo che fa!"
<\/strong>people complaining about the heat: "how the sun beats down!", "mamma mia, how hot it is!"<\/font><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
l’immobilit\u00e0 dell’aria durante il giorno e la leggera brezza che si alza la sera, permettendoci di dormire
<\/strong>the stillness of the air during the day, and the light breeze that picks up in the evening, allowing us to sleep<\/font><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
il profumo inebriante del gelsomino
<\/strong>the heady perfume of jasmine<\/font><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
il canto gentile dei grilli che ci culla
<\/strong>the gentle chirping of crickets that lulls us to sleep.<\/font><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/tbody>\n<\/table><\/div>\n

Please feel free to share your summer impressions with us.<\/font><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Meriggiare pallido e assorto presso un rovente muro d’orto. To slump at noon thought-sick and pale under the scorching garden wall. These opening lines of Montale’s famous poem (here with a translation by Millicent Bell) perfectly evoke the ambience of a hot summer day. I don’t expect to compete with a Nobel prize winner, but…<\/p>\n

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