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My Name on the Wind: Selected Poems of Diego Valeri
This bilingual edition is a selection of fiftyone poems representing all phases of Valeri's extraordinarily long career, from 1910 to 1976. Also included is an essay by Valeri, in which he records the sensations--and reflections on his work--that were occasioned by his reading the proof for the collected edition of his poems.
Originally published in 1989.
The Princeton Legacy Library uses the latest print-on-demand technology to again make available previously out-of-print books from the distinguished backlist of Princeton University Press. These editions preserve the original texts of these important books while presenting them in durable paperback and hardcover editions. The goal of the Princeton Legacy Library is to vastly increase access to the rich scholarly heritage found in the thousands of books published by Princeton University Press since its founding in 1905.
Originally published in 1989.
The Princeton Legacy Library uses the latest print-on-demand technology to again make available previously out-of-print books from the distinguished backlist of Princeton University Press. These editions preserve the original texts of these important books while presenting them in durable paperback and hardcover editions. The goal of the Princeton Legacy Library is to vastly increase access to the rich scholarly heritage found in the thousands of books published by Princeton University Press since its founding in 1905.
- GenresPoetry
158 pages, Hardcover
First published January 1, 1989
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January 21, 2023
Leaves, falling leaves in the softly falling rain,
coming down on this sweet evening of despair.
Leaves, falling leaves, great heavy soaking wet
leaves from the chestnut tree, and light and green
and trembling little leaves from the locust tree,
down through the chilly brightness of the lamplight,
down on the glossy asphalt of the street . . .
And here the two of us are walking, walking,
without a word, the one beside the other,
each carrying the burden of the same
full weight of melancholy in the heart.
Leaves, falling leaves. Between us there may be
something that dies in the middle of our life,
that dies this way, and doesn't want to die.
coming down on this sweet evening of despair.
Leaves, falling leaves, great heavy soaking wet
leaves from the chestnut tree, and light and green
and trembling little leaves from the locust tree,
down through the chilly brightness of the lamplight,
down on the glossy asphalt of the street . . .
And here the two of us are walking, walking,
without a word, the one beside the other,
each carrying the burden of the same
full weight of melancholy in the heart.
Leaves, falling leaves. Between us there may be
something that dies in the middle of our life,
that dies this way, and doesn't want to die.
February 7, 2013
A nice introduction to my all time favorite unknown poet ... I am translating one of his later books ...
The last poem misses the mark by my understanding of a key word in the translation.
.... Here there is always a little wind....
He writes of love reflecting upon nature & the seasons instead of sappy old fashion rhetoric ..
I have two editions of his collective works in Italian ...
The last poem misses the mark by my understanding of a key word in the translation.
.... Here there is always a little wind....
He writes of love reflecting upon nature & the seasons instead of sappy old fashion rhetoric ..
I have two editions of his collective works in Italian ...
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