Verdi is one of the world’s most famous opera composers. Throughout his long life, he composed several operas that are still performed today. Many people consider Verdi the greatest opera composer of all time. In fact, Verdi’s work has influenced many other prominent composers and has even become an integral part of our musical culture as a whole. Giuseppe Verdi was born on October 9, … Continue reading Giuseppe Verdi 🎼🎹🇬🇧
Long before Monet picked up a brush at Le Havre, a group of rebellious Tuscan painters were already working outdoors, capturing sunlight in bold patches of color they called macchia. Meet the Macchiaioli: the Florentine artists who broke from the academy in the 1850s — nearly a decade before French Impressionism officially began. This post explores their roots at Florence’s Caffè Michelangiolo, their radical plein air technique, and profiles five key painters, including Giovanni Fattori and Silvestro Lega. Discover why Italy’s overlooked art rebels deserve a starring role in the story of modern painting, and where to see their work today. Continue reading Italian Impressionists 🎨🖌🖼
from «35 Sonnets». 1918, in Poemas Ingleses. by Fernando Pessoa – translated into Spanish ans Italian by Enzo Martinelli When I do think my meanest line shall beMore in Time’s use than my creating whole,That future eyes more clearly shall feel meIn this inked page than in my direct soul;When I conjecture put to make me seeingGood readers of me in some aftertime,Thankful to some … Continue reading When I do think my meanest line shall be, by Pessoa 📃🖋🇵🇹
from «35 Sonnets». 1918, in Poemas Ingleses. by Fernando Pessoa – translated into Italian by Enzo Martinelli 🇬🇧 Like to a ship that storms urge on its course Like to a ship that storms urge on its course, By its own trials our soul is surer made. The very things that make the voyage worse Do make it better; its peril is its aid. And, … Continue reading Like to a ship, by Pessoa 📃🖋🇵🇹
Not heaving from my ribb’d breast only – Walt Whitman – Leaves of Grass – Calamus – 1855 – translated from English into Italian by Enzo Martinelli ©️ 2020 Enzo Martinelli Not heaving from my ribb’d breast only, Not in sighs at night in rage dissatisfied with myself, Not in those long-drawn, ill-supprest sighs, Not in many an oath and promise broken, Not in my … Continue reading Not heaving, by Whitman 🌿🖋📖
Trickle Drops! – Walt Whitman – Leaves of Grass – Calamus – 1855 – translated from English into Italian by Enzo Martinelli ©️ 2020 Enzo Martinelli Trickle drops! my blue veins leaving! O drops of me! trickle, slow drops, Candid from me falling, drip, bleeding drops, From wounds made to free you whence you were prison’d, From my face, from my forehead and lips, From … Continue reading Trickle Drops! by Whitman 🌿🖋📖
from «35 Sonnets». 1918, in Poemas Ingleses. by Fernando Pessoa – translated into Italian by Enzo Martinelli How can I think, or edge my thoughts to action 🇬🇧 V How can I think, or edge my thoughts to action, When the miserly press of each day’s need Aches to a narrowness of spilled distraction My soul appalled at the world’s work’s time-greed? How can I … Continue reading How Can I Think, by Pessoa 📃🖋🇵🇹
from «35 Sonnets». 1918, in Poemas Ingleses. by Fernando Pessoa – translated into Italian by Enzo Martinelli Oh to be idle loving idleness! 🇬🇧 Oh to be idle loving idleness! But I am idle all in hate of me; Ever in action’s dream, in the false stress Of purposed action never act to be. Like a fierce beast self-penned in a bait-lair, My will to … Continue reading How Can I Think, by Pessoa 📃🖋🇵🇹
With this blog I started posting some translations of poetry from several languages into English and Italian, posting also the original versions, which are by now in the public domain. Here are the updated links to these pages, with poems by Walt Whitman, Arthur Rimbaud, Federico Garcia Lorca and Fernando Pessoa in translated versions: Walt Whitman Are You the New Person For Him I Sing … Continue reading Translated Poetry 📃➡️🏴
from «35 Sonnets». 1918, in Poemas Ingleses. by Fernando Pessoa – translated into Italian by Enzo Martinelli Thy words are torture to me, that scarce grieve thee – That entire death shall null my entire thought; And I feel torture, not that I believe thee, But that I cannot disbelieve thee not. Shall that of me that now contains the stars Be by the very … Continue reading Thy words are torture to me, by Pessoa 📃🖋🇵🇹
