Affranto In Tempi Solitari (Distraught In Lonely Times)

Troppo spesso si dimentica piano.

Come scalare i picchi della vita e dirupi,

Senza un senso di piacere,

Sogni semplicemente scadere

Con ogni impronta spesi.

I nostri sogni e le speranze,

Diventa ossessionato, come tesori

Consumato da una inestinguibile fiamma di un incendio

Passione sempre abbassamenti-

Corda sfilacciata tempo mai bruciante di

Ogni passo diventa un cappio-ready made,

Spietato e privo di desiderio

Per cui le onde dimissioni la sua bandiera.

Bianco si specchia negli occhi del reciso,

Per sempre cosparso da pensieri tradito

Come la diga esplode

L'inondazione inizia, in primo luogo a scatti, poi in Jaguar,

Smorzamento tutto: tutte le misure

Per una volta che abbiamo cospirato- Lasciando noi galleggiante, nudo ed esposto

Translation:

Too often footing is forgotten

As we scale life’s peaks and crags,

Without a sense of pleasure,

Dreams simply expire

With each imprint spent.

Our dreams and hopes

Become obsessed, like treasures

Consumed by an unquenchable flame—a fire

Passion invariably sags—

Ever searing time’s frayed rope

Each step becomes a noose—ready made,

Unforgiving and void of desire—

To which resignation waves it’s flag.

White is mirrored in the eyes of the severed,

Forever doused by thoughts betrayed

As the dam explodes

The flooding starts, first in spurts, then in jags,

Dampening everything—all the measures

To which we once conspired—

Leaving us floating naked and exposed

Join me today at D'Verse.  I'll be hosting Poetics and thought we'd explore poetry through the use of foreign language.  For my piece, I decided to use the Italian language, as it's one of my favorite to read. Everything in Italian just sounds perfect, even when the words are but words you cannot define.  

Also, I was busy the other night and never got around to posting to the Form-For-All post Gay presented to us on Karousel's and Weaves.  I chose to use the Karousel, but unfortunately the rhyme scheme didn't translate into Italian, so the Karousel is seen in the Translation here.  

Musicality

Polyphony

Survived—

A testament to

Counterpoint

The Tie or bind

Two as one

Jumping to-

The portamento mark eclipse

Coupuring

All the jagged stops and starts

Progression

In homophony—

Quodlibets,

Impossible to play apart

Most precious slur

Curving arc

Legato lives;

Staccatissimo falls apart  

Pennillions familiar song

Uniquely departing form

Extemporization

In Dulci Jubilo;

Perhaps the intonation here,

Was not clear as clear can be,

Yet

In such a method

Intonation appeared

In lyric’s unrehearsed symphony

The Coda

The song of the swan

Graceful yet—

Malinconia’s Sturm und Drang

Frosts wings unflown,

Sul Ponticello (On the Bridge)

Strigendo’s squeezing every inch

Durchkomponiert indeed

For all the complexity

For each the Stimmung tuned

It is bound to be

 Symphoneta ceases polyphonic mastery

In Finale, yet again

I must explain, oft skated

 Frozen ice. (Attaco subito)

Cracks downy sides

Unfurling feathered flight

As disparity drowns,

In Sul Tasto’s warming glove

And we then Know:

“Sumer is Icumen In”