Albino Pierro

Albino Pierro Poems

S'i campène
di Pasck
su' paroue
di Crist
ch'è fatte nghiure
'a morte,
...

They looked at one other breathlessly
and in silence,
the two lovers.
...

One day,
I could not tell you whether it was cold
or raining in the world
the midday light
suddenly broke out.
Without realizing,
...

Who knows.
No doubt they were afraid
to disappear should their breaths touch;
they were a colored
soap bubble to each other,
...

5.

And yet I feel content and don't get tired
of slashing with my fingers through the air,
tarantella-like.
...

Apprime, a lu paise,
si cièrete nu mort,
ll'accumpagnàite 'a banda
e Dumìniche u Cumme cch'i rastre11e.
...

Nu jurne
nun vi sapéra dice si nd'u munne
facì fridde o chiuvìte
'ssìvite nda na botte
'a 'uce di menzejurne.
...

Among people laughing,
the day you disappeared,
I was hiding like a blade of straw
in the twisted wheel
of a charred wagon
at the bottom of a cliff.
...

Before, if there was
a funeral in town,
the band would follow,
...

E ****ente m' aiute e nun mi stanche
di sciabbuè cch' i dìcete, nda ll' arie,
a tarantelle.
...

Si guardàine citte
e senza fiète
i 'nnammurète.
...

E quanne su' nd'u strìttue d'u Barone,
le gìrene u taùte chiène chiène;
su' cchiù vicine ancore chille grire
scattète nda nu mère di suspire:
'Oh scasce méja granne; oh bene d' 'a mamma'.
...

L'ho visto nello specchio
il nero che mi cerchia gli occhi,
come due manate di carbonaio
in un vestito chiaro.
...

Nd' 'a gente ca rirìte
quanne ti ni scrijàste
i'ére ammuccète com'u fihicèlle
di pàgghie nda na rote atturccigghiète
di nu traìne vruscète
nd'u funne di na drupe.
...

Albino Pierro Biography

Albino Pierro was an Italian poet. He was famous for his works in Lucan dialect, and being nominated for the Nobel Prize for Literature. He was born in Tursi in the province of Matera. He had a very troubled childhood, his mother dying prematurely. His childhood was also characterized by a disease that often the sight forced him to live his days in the shadows: When I was a child I stood in the corners of the rooms and the dark little eyes my stinging, red (and how) covered nettle. They said the country that I would become blind ... As a teenager, after a period of frequent journeys, to Taranto, Salerno, Sulmona, Udine and Novara, he settled finally, in Rome in 1939. He graduated in 1944 in philosophy, and in 1946 began his career as a letter published in various collections in the language, until in 1959 with A land we remember which began its production in dialect Tourist Office. Since then he pulled away from the language of his native land, where the militant criticism reflected the deepest impressions of the Romance languages, thanks to phonic resources and symbolic idiom. Through careful and continuous work and formal metrics, Pierro was able to recreate the dialect, and the evocative atmosphere related to the memory of his childhood, which returned to him many regret that contribute to the pain inside due to the distance from his land. ...How am I to do, my Madonna, as I do? I've left the country which gave me the breath of heaven, and now in this town, I slam in his face only the walls, many things haunt me and cries, like a vermicaio ... In 1976, has won the award Carducci for poetry. In 1986 and 1988, he was close to winning the Nobel Prize for Literature, was recognized as a great poet even abroad. In 1985 was invited by the University of Stockholm to a poetry reading. Received in 1992 honorary degree from University of Basilicata. In 1993 The Normale di Pisa school organized a meeting with the poet. On 23 March 1996, exactly one year after his death, the City Council, proclaimed Tursi "City of Pierro" and named the schools, including kindergarten, elementary and Media, after him. To the City of Tursi has donated his house and the library containing thousands of books. TL;DR Really? Reader, look I know you have a long a boring day ahead of you, but if you wait to read this about a phenomenal person I bet you might not have even heard about, IT MIGHT IMPACT YOU! Anyway a really cool guy. Give it a try for real.)

The Best Poem Of Albino Pierro

'A Terra D'U Ricorde

S'i campène
di Pasck
su' paroue
di Crist
ch'è fatte nghiure
'a morte,
mò sta parleta
frisca di paise
jèttete
u bbànne
e dìcete:
'vinèse a què,
v'àgghie grapute
i porte'.

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