Tag: Pessoa

Poemas, poesia, Poetry

When I do think my meanest line shall be, by Pessoa 📃🖋🇵🇹

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 📃🖋🇵🇹

Unknown's avatarEnzo Martinelli6 Comments
Fernando Pessoa portrait by Almada Negreiro
poesia, Poetry

Like to a ship, 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 📃🖋🇵🇹

Unknown's avatarEnzo Martinelli9 Comments
poesia, Poetry

Poesia in traduzione 📃➡️🇮🇹

Con questo blog ho iniziato a pubblicare alcune traduzioni di poesie da diverse lingue in italiano, postando anche la versione originale, che è ormai di pubblico dominio. Di seguito i link a queste pagine sul mio blog, con poesie di Walt Whitman, Arthur Rimbaud, Federico Garcia Lorca e Fernando Pessoa: I sonetti dell’amor oscuro: Translated Poetry Poemas en traduccion Puoi seguirmi anche sui miei altri … Continue reading Poesia in traduzione 📃➡️🇮🇹

Unknown's avatarEnzo Martinelli78 Comments
Fernando Pessoa portrait by Almada Negreiro
poesia, Poetry

How Can I Think, by Pessoa 📃🖋🇵🇹

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 📃🖋🇵🇹

Unknown's avatarEnzo Martinelli7 Comments
Fernando Pessoa portrait by Almada Negreiro
poesia, Poetry

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 📃🖋🇵🇹

Unknown's avatarEnzo Martinelli9 Comments
Fernando Pessoa portrait by Almada Negreiro
poesia, Poetry

Thy words are torture to me, by Pessoa 📃🖋🇵🇹

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 📃🖋🇵🇹

Unknown's avatarEnzo Martinelli11 Comments
poesia, Poetry

As to a child, I talked my heart asleep, by Pessoa 📃🖋🇵🇹

from «35 Sonnets». 1918, in Poemas Ingleses. by Fernando Pessoa – translated into Italian by Enzo Martinelli As to a child, I talked my heart asleep With empty promise of the coming day, And it slept rather for my words made sleep Than from a thought of what their sense did say. For did it care for sense, would it not wake And question closer … Continue reading As to a child, I talked my heart asleep, by Pessoa 📃🖋🇵🇹

Unknown's avatarEnzo Martinelli11 Comments
poesia, Poetry

How many masks wear we, and undermasks, by Pessoa 📃🖋🇵🇹

from «35 Sonnets». 1918, in Poemas Ingleses. by Fernando Pessoa – translated into Spanish 🇪🇸, Italian 🇮🇹 and French 🇫🇷 by Enzo Martinelli © by Enzo Martinelli, 2019 How many masks wear we, and undermasks,Upon our countenance of soul, and when,If for self-sport the soul itself unmasks,Knows it the last mask off and the face plain?The true mask feels no inside to the maskBut looks … Continue reading How many masks wear we, and undermasks, by Pessoa 📃🖋🇵🇹

Unknown's avatarEnzo Martinelli5 Comments