{"id":5018,"date":"2014-03-21T11:24:00","date_gmt":"2014-03-21T11:24:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/blogs.transparent.com\/italian\/?p=5018"},"modified":"2014-03-21T11:25:17","modified_gmt":"2014-03-21T11:25:17","slug":"the-pursuit-of-happiness-part-3","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blogs.transparent.com\/italian\/the-pursuit-of-happiness-part-3\/","title":{"rendered":"The Pursuit of Happiness – Part 3."},"content":{"rendered":"

Here\u2019s a poem by the Italian poetess Ada Negri<\/strong> (1870 \u2013 1945), which reflects the phrase \u2018Carpe diem, quam minimum credula postero\u2019<\/strong>, \u2018seize the day, trusting as little as possible in the future\u2019 (Horace, 65 \u2013 8 BC), quoted by Geoff in part 1<\/font><\/strong><\/a> of this series. I feel an affinity for the message in this poem, so simple and yet profound at the same time: life itself is sublime, love life!<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n
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Sulle Colline di Settignano by Telemaco Signorini<\/font><\/em><\/strong><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/tbody>\n<\/table>\n

Il Dono<\/strong><\/font><\/p>\n

Il dono eccelso che di
giorno in giorno e d’anno
in anno da te attesi, o vita
(e per esso, lo sai, mi fu
dolcezza anche il pianto),
non venne: ancor non venne.
Ad ogni alba che spunta
io dico: "\u00c8 oggi": ad ogni giorno
che tramonta io dico: "Sar\u00e0
domani". Scorre intanto
il fiume del mio sangue vermiglio
alla sua foce: e forse il dono
che puoi darmi, il solo che valga,
o vita, \u00e8 questo sangue:
questo fluir segreto nelle vene,
e battere dei polsi,
e luce aver dagli occhi;
e amarti unicamente perch\u00e9 sei la vita.<\/font><\/p>\n

The Gift<\/strong><\/font><\/p>\n

The sublime gift that
day after day and year
after year I awaited from you, oh life
(and for this, you know,
even crying was sweet),
didn’t arrive: it never arrived.
At each dawn that arises
I say: "It will be today" at the closing
of each day I say: "It will be tomorrow". Meanwhile,
the river of my vermillion blood
flows to its estuary: and perhaps the gift
that you can give me, the only one worth anything,
oh life, is this blood:
this secret stream in my veins,
and beating in my wrists,
and the light entering my eyes;
and to love you simply because you are life.<\/font><\/p>\n

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You can read more about Ada Negri in this blog<\/em><\/font><\/strong><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"\"\"

Here\u2019s a poem by the Italian poetess Ada Negri (1870 \u2013 1945), which reflects the phrase \u2018Carpe diem, quam minimum credula postero\u2019, \u2018seize the day, trusting as little as possible in the future\u2019 (Horace, 65 \u2013 8 BC), quoted by Geoff in part 1 of this series. I feel an affinity for the message in…<\/p>\n

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