Giovanni Pascoli Poems
- Night-Blooming Jasmine And the night-blooming flowers ...
- Novembre/ November Gemmea l’aria, il sole così chiaro che tu...
- The Gold Of Night In the houses where one still converses ...
- In The Fog I stared into the valley: it was gone— wholly ...
- Xxiv. Calypso And the blue sea loved him, swept him far out ...
- Passage The swan sings. From deep in the marshes, its voice ...
- Last Dream Out of a motionless infernal shudder and clang of...
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 night-blooming flowers open,
open in the same hour I remember those I love.
In the middle of the viburnums
the twilight butterflies have appeared.
After a while all noise will quiet.
There, only a house is whispering.
Nests sleep under wings,
like eyes under eyelashes.
Open goblets exhale
the perfume of strawberries.
A light shines there in the room,
grass sprouts over the graves.
A late bee buzzes at the hive
finding all the cells taken.
The Hen runs through the sky’s blue
yard to the chirping of stars.
The whole night ...