{"id":6657,"date":"2014-07-24T10:32:17","date_gmt":"2014-07-24T10:32:17","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/blogs.transparent.com\/italian\/?p=6657"},"modified":"2014-07-24T19:17:14","modified_gmt":"2014-07-24T19:17:14","slug":"la-tempesta-di-ugo-foscolo-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blogs.transparent.com\/italian\/la-tempesta-di-ugo-foscolo-2\/","title":{"rendered":"La Tempesta di Ugo Foscolo"},"content":{"rendered":"

Introduction by Geoff<\/font><\/em><\/p>\n

It\u2019s been a stormy week. It all began early Monday morning when a violent thunderstorm shook me from my dreams and commanded me to write a blog. Yes, inspiration from the skies! We began with La Tempesta from Vivaldi\u2019s Le Quattro Stagioni<\/font><\/strong><\/a>, took a musical detour to 18th century Spain, courtesy of  <\/strong><\/font>Maestro Boccherini<\/strong><\/font><\/a>, and here we are back in Italy again with a passionate poem by Ugo Foscolo<\/font><\/strong><\/a> <\/font><\/strong>(1778 \u2013 1827). <\/p>\n\n\n\n\n
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Portrait of Ugo Foscolo by Fran\u00e7ois-Xavier-Pascal Fabre (Public Domain)<\/font><\/em><\/p>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/tbody>\n<\/table>\n

Now I\u2019m going to hand over to Serena who will dipanare la matassa di questa poesia<\/strong> (unravel this poem), which, being written in an 18th century Italian, eludes my comprehension.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n
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La Tempesta di Ugo Foscolo<\/font><\/p>\n<\/td>\n

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The Storm, by Ugo Foscolo<\/font><\/p>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n

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Sparve il sereno, o Doride,
dal ciel, gi\u00e0 mugge il vento
fra gli alberi, e succedono
silenzio, orror, spavento.<\/font><\/p>\n<\/td>\n

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The calm has disappeared, oh Doride,
from the sky, the wind already roars
in the trees, and is followed
by silence, horror, fright.<\/font><\/p>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n

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Tutti gli augei si turbano
entro i lor nidi ascosi,
ove i concerti obbliano
de’ canti armoniosi.<\/font><\/p>\n<\/td>\n

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All the birds are unsettled
inside their hidden nests,
where they cease to sing
their harmonious songs<\/font><\/p>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n

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Sol vedesi la rondine,
priva de’ suoi compagni,
rader la superficie
de’ paludosi stagni.<\/font><\/p>\n<\/td>\n

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Only the swallow is seen,
without its companions,
skimming the surface
of the marshy ponds<\/font><\/p>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n

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Vien, Dori, vien: cerchiamoci
salvar dalla tempesta,
ve’ quante rose chinano
la tenerella testa.<\/font><\/p>\n<\/td>\n

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Come, Dori, come: let\u2019s try
to save ourselves from the storm,
Look how many roses bend
their tender heads.<\/font><\/p>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n

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Sopra di loro il turbine
tetre minacce ha sciolte,
sembra che solo bramino
esser da tue man colte.<\/font><\/p>\n<\/td>\n

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Above them the whirl
has unloosed dark menaces,
they seem only to desire
to be picked by your hands<\/font><\/p>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n

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Come all’aspetto tremano
di lor vicina morte,
le cogli, o Dori tenera,
pria di s\u00ec ‘nfausta sorte.<\/font><\/p>\n<\/td>\n

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As they seem to tremble
because their death is near,
you pick them, oh sweet Dori,
before such ominous fate.<\/font><\/p>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n

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Spiri la gaia porpora
delle lor foglie lievi
del seno tuo purissimo
su le ridenti nevi.<\/font><\/p>\n<\/td>\n

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May the jolly purple
of their light petals blow
over the joyous snows
of your purest breasts<\/font><\/p>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n

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Ecco dal nembo torbido
in parte siam sicura,
qual sotto questa pergola
si temer\u00e0 sventura?<\/font><\/p>\n<\/td>\n

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Here we are in a place
safe from the dark cloud,
beneath this pergola
what misfortune can one fear?<\/font><\/p>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n

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Felicitade amabile!
In questo asilo ombroso
ci attende di bei grappoli
il succo delizioso.<\/font><\/p>\n<\/td>\n

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Oh sweet happiness!
In this shady shelter
the delicious juice
of beautiful grapes awaits us.<\/font><\/p>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n

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Fiero Aquilone, or l’impeto
del tuo furor qui puoi
spiegar, e al sen di Doride
torre anche il vel se vuoi<\/font><\/p>\n<\/td>\n

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Oh fierce north wind, now
you can release the impulse
of your fury, and from Dori\u2019s breasts,
if you wish, remove the veil.<\/font><\/p>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/tbody>\n<\/table>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"\"\"

Introduction by Geoff It\u2019s been a stormy week. It all began early Monday morning when a violent thunderstorm shook me from my dreams and commanded me to write a blog. Yes, inspiration from the skies! We began with La Tempesta from Vivaldi\u2019s Le Quattro Stagioni, took a musical detour to 18th century Spain, courtesy of …<\/p>\n

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