Giovanni Pascoli Poems
- Xxiv. Calypso And the blue sea loved him, swept him far out ...
- Night-Blooming Jasmine And the night-blooming flowers ...
- Passage The swan sings. From deep in the marshes, its voice ...
- Last Dream Out of a motionless infernal shudder and clang of...
- La Quercia Caduta Dov’era l’ombra, or sé la quercia ...
- Novembre/ November Gemmea l’aria, il sole così chiaro che tu...
- The Gold Of Night In the houses where one still converses ...
Giovanni Pascoli was an Italian poet and classical scholar.
Giovanni Pascoli was born at San Mauro di Romagna (in his honor renamed "San Mauro Pascoli" in 1932), into a well-to-do family. He was the fourth of ten children of Ruggero Pascoli and Caterina Vincenzi Alloccatelli. His father was administrator of an estate of farm land of the Princes Torlonia on which the Pascoli family lived.
On the evening of Aug. 10, 1867 as Ruggero Pascoli was returning home from the market at Cesena in a carriage drawn by a black and white mare (una cavalla storna), he was shot and killed by an assassin hiding in a ditch by the road. The mare continued slowly ... more »
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And the blue sea loved him, swept him
far out for nine days and nights,
swept him to a distant island,
to the cave covered with leaves
of grape vines blooming to the edge.
And around it, a gloomy forest
of alders and pungent cypresses;
and hawks and owls and squawking crows
making their nests there. And nothing left alive,
neither god nor man, ever stepped there.
Then, among the leaves of the forest, the hawks
beat their noisy wings, chasing out
the owls from holes in the old trees,
and from branches, the squawking crows
flapped at the thing that...