Rivers Poem by Giuseppe Ungaretti

Rivers

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This mutilated tree gives
Me support, left in this pot-hole
It has the bitterness of a circus
Before or after the show.
I watch
The quiet passage of
Clouds over the moon.

This morning I stretched
Myself in an urn of water,
Like a relic, and rested.

The Isonzo scoured
Me like
One of its stones.

I pulled my four
limbs together,
And went, like an acrobat,
Over the water.

Crouched by my clothes
Fouled with war, I inclined
My head, like a Bedouin,
To receive the sun.

This is the Isonzo.
And it is there I
Most see myself
In the universe
A compliant
Thread.

My pain is
When I do not believe
Myself in harmony.

But those hidden
Hands give as they knead me
A rare joy.

I have relived
The stages of my life.

The Serchio: from
Which have drawn, perhaps
For two thousand years
My country people, my father,
My mother.

This is the Nile
That has seen me be born,
And grow
And burn in ignorance on
Extending plains.

This is the Seine; and I mingled
In that muddiness learning each
Part of all myself.

These are my rivers confluent
In the Isonzo.

This is my nostalgia
That in each
One shines through me, now
It is night, and my life seems
A budding
Off of shades.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Maria Caltabiano 23 March 2018

I am appalled at this terrible translation! Thank god I'm Italian and therefore can rad the original. I feel sorry for all those who must make do with this poem in Engish.

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Sriranji Aratisankar 14 May 2016

Very interesting poem.

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Dutendra Chamling 10 May 2016

Giuseppe Ungaretti! Beautiful poem, indeed,

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Fabrizio Frosini 09 May 2016

ITALIAN TEXT: ___________ 'I FIUMI' (Cotici il 16 agosto 1916) Mi tengo a quest’albero mutilato Abbandonato in questa dolina Che ha il languore Di un circo Prima o dopo lo spettacolo E guardo Il passaggio quieto Delle nuvole sulla luna Stamani mi sono disteso In un’urna d’acqua E come una reliquia Ho riposato L’Isonzo scorrendo Mi levigava Come un suo sasso Ho tirato su Le mie quattro ossa E me ne sono andato Come un acrobata Sull’acqua Mi sono accoccolato Vicino ai miei panni Sudici di guerra E come un beduino Mi sono chinato a ricevere Il sole Questo è l’Isonzo E qui meglio Mi sono riconosciuto Una docile fibra Dell’universo Il mio supplizio È quando Non mi credo In armonia Ma quelle occulte Mani Che m’intridono Mi regalano La rara Felicità Ho ripassato Le epoche Della mia vita Questi sono I miei fiumi Questo è il Serchio Al quale hanno attinto Duemil’anni forse Di gente mia campagnola E mio padre e mia madre. Questo è il Nilo Che mi ha visto Nascere e crescere E ardere d’inconsapevolezza Nelle distese pianure Questa è la Senna E in quel suo torbido Mi sono rimescolato E mi sono conosciuto Questi sono i miei fiumi Contati nell’Isonzo Questa è la mia nostalgia Che in ognuno Mi traspare Ora ch’è notte Che la mia vita mi pare Una corolla Di tenebre. . [In Allegria di naufragi (1919) , poi in L’Allegria (1931) ] .

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Fabrizio Frosini 09 May 2016

Isonzo: it flows through western Slovenia and northeastern Italy. Prior to WWI the river formed part of the border between Kingdom of Italy and the Austro-Hungarian Empire and during that conflict was the scene of bitter fighting between the two countries, culminating in the Battle of Caporetto in 1917. That region was the stage of major military operations, including the 12 battles of the Isonzo on the Italian front, between May 1915 and November 1917, in which over 300,000 Austro-Hungarian and Italian soldiers lost their lives. Ungaretti wrote many poems on that front, during the war. Serchio: it is a river in the Italian region of Tuscany. Nile: Ungaretti was born in Alexandria, Egypt, into a family from the Tuscan city of Lucca. Seine: in 1912, aged 24, the poet moved to Paris.

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