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olita's review against another edition
Dovevo leggere solo un limitato numero di poesie per un esame
plato_nico's review against another edition
5.0
“Ma questo posso dirti, che la tua pensata effigie
sommerge i crucci estrosi in un’ondata di calma,
e che il tuo aspetto s’insinua nella mia memoria grigia
schietto come la cima d’una giovinetta palma...”
sommerge i crucci estrosi in un’ondata di calma,
e che il tuo aspetto s’insinua nella mia memoria grigia
schietto come la cima d’una giovinetta palma...”
elenaapinci's review against another edition
emotional
inspiring
reflective
fast-paced
- Plot- or character-driven? N/A
- Strong character development? N/A
- Loveable characters? N/A
- Diverse cast of characters? N/A
- Flaws of characters a main focus? N/A
4.5
alemigliori's review against another edition
5.0
Probabilmente il miglior libro di poesie mai scritto
rocchino's review against another edition
reflective
medium-paced
- Plot- or character-driven? N/A
- Strong character development? N/A
- Loveable characters? N/A
- Diverse cast of characters? N/A
- Flaws of characters a main focus? N/A
4.25
aurora_182's review against another edition
challenging
dark
emotional
mysterious
reflective
tense
fast-paced
- Plot- or character-driven? N/A
- Strong character development? N/A
- Loveable characters? N/A
- Diverse cast of characters? N/A
- Flaws of characters a main focus? N/A
4.5
heronsandthorns's review against another edition
challenging
emotional
reflective
sad
slow-paced
3.75
jesunflower's review against another edition
5.0
Review in Italian: https://lalibreriadij.wordpress.com/2019/03/20/ossi-di-seppia/
In reality this was a rereading. The book in question was bought by my person back in 2009 when I was in great need to write the final term paper (yes, I'm old, you already knew it though).
I'm not sure why I wanted to reread it, but as always when I got to "Bring me the sunflower that I transplant it" I had to stop. I don't think I've ever read and re-read a poem so many times. I know it by heart even though nobody has ever forced me to study it (I really like it).
I don't know if you know it, so I'll bring it back in full:
Bring me the sunflower that I transplant it
in my salty burnt soil,
and you show all day to the mirroring blues
the anxiety of his yellow face from heaven.
Dark things tend to clarity,
the bodies are exhausted in a flow
of tints: these in music. To fade
it is therefore the venture of ventures.
Bring me the plant that leads
where blonde transparencies arise
and vaporizes life as essence;
bring me the sunflower gone mad with light.
(google translate here, so if it doesn't make any sense sorry)
It makes me die. Sunflower is my favorite flower (even just by my nickname, of course) despite its lack of perfume. The yellow color of its petals, the obvious reference to the sun, always make me always, always think of that beautiful period that goes from spring to summer when the scent in the air is different, more sparkling and lighter.
The whole collection is united by images of elements of everyday life and reading Montale's poems creates this feeling of immersion in reality with a bitter aftertaste. It always seems to be on who goes there, with death lurking: everything is beautiful but veiled in gray. Only sunflowers, lemons, go crazy with light and give that extra touch (happiness, joy of life always comes to mind) that makes everything less flat.
Recommended? Yes. Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful. Montale is one of my favorite Italian poets.
In reality this was a rereading. The book in question was bought by my person back in 2009 when I was in great need to write the final term paper (yes, I'm old, you already knew it though).
I'm not sure why I wanted to reread it, but as always when I got to "Bring me the sunflower that I transplant it" I had to stop. I don't think I've ever read and re-read a poem so many times. I know it by heart even though nobody has ever forced me to study it (I really like it).
I don't know if you know it, so I'll bring it back in full:
Bring me the sunflower that I transplant it
in my salty burnt soil,
and you show all day to the mirroring blues
the anxiety of his yellow face from heaven.
Dark things tend to clarity,
the bodies are exhausted in a flow
of tints: these in music. To fade
it is therefore the venture of ventures.
Bring me the plant that leads
where blonde transparencies arise
and vaporizes life as essence;
bring me the sunflower gone mad with light.
(google translate here, so if it doesn't make any sense sorry)
It makes me die. Sunflower is my favorite flower (even just by my nickname, of course) despite its lack of perfume. The yellow color of its petals, the obvious reference to the sun, always make me always, always think of that beautiful period that goes from spring to summer when the scent in the air is different, more sparkling and lighter.
The whole collection is united by images of elements of everyday life and reading Montale's poems creates this feeling of immersion in reality with a bitter aftertaste. It always seems to be on who goes there, with death lurking: everything is beautiful but veiled in gray. Only sunflowers, lemons, go crazy with light and give that extra touch (happiness, joy of life always comes to mind) that makes everything less flat.
Recommended? Yes. Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful. Montale is one of my favorite Italian poets.
falde_amare's review against another edition
challenging
dark
emotional
inspiring
mysterious
reflective
sad
tense
medium-paced
3.0
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