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Giuseppe Ungaretti’s Poems

Giuseppe Ungaretti’s Poems e o Th live pit struck by the divine arr ow turned the desert into clear cr ystal. In Bedouin tents they pluck stars from the s ky. e s Th kull is a light beam in the cosmos. Pervading mist vanishes in an inst ant. From words deepening into wor ds. From light piercing through lig ht. Far from the herder’s sighs on nativ e soil. Sorrow limpid as the riv er. e e Th choes of camels’ sobs. e b Th urning of gold flax is the color of the sun. Death is the true memo ry. Resurrecting burials is the darkness of a ll days. e flo Th odwater salt of the nameless lak e. Falcon eyes in the s ky. e et Th ernal silence of the vast terr itory. e dr Th eamscape when the Nile sleeps. e s Th ecret roads he knew so wel l. Eliminating the fakeness of all languages’ passwords. He was the last wizard, his words attracted by m agnets. Rhetoric wrought into iron n ails. Light rays twisted into unseen im ages. His earliest metaphors were whales appearing and disa ppearing in t he sea. e a Th nxious remote reflections in the depths of tim e. An empty net with no fish. a Th t’s the land’s skeleton. A string of tears like pearls. Jidi Majia 109 http://www.deepdyve.com/assets/images/DeepDyve-Logo-lg.png Manoa University of Hawai'I Press

Giuseppe Ungaretti’s Poems

Manoa , Volume 30 (1) – Sep 21, 2018

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Abstract

e o Th live pit struck by the divine arr ow turned the desert into clear cr ystal. In Bedouin tents they pluck stars from the s ky. e s Th kull is a light beam in the cosmos. Pervading mist vanishes in an inst ant. From words deepening into wor ds. From light piercing through lig ht. Far from the herder’s sighs on nativ e soil. Sorrow limpid as the riv er. e e Th choes of camels’ sobs. e b Th urning of gold flax is the color of the sun. Death is the true memo ry. Resurrecting burials is the darkness of a ll days. e flo Th odwater salt of the nameless lak e. Falcon eyes in the s ky. e et Th ernal silence of the vast terr itory. e dr Th eamscape when the Nile sleeps. e s Th ecret roads he knew so wel l. Eliminating the fakeness of all languages’ passwords. He was the last wizard, his words attracted by m agnets. Rhetoric wrought into iron n ails. Light rays twisted into unseen im ages. His earliest metaphors were whales appearing and disa ppearing in t he sea. e a Th nxious remote reflections in the depths of tim e. An empty net with no fish. a Th t’s the land’s skeleton. A string of tears like pearls. Jidi Majia 109

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ManoaUniversity of Hawai'I Press

Published: Sep 21, 2018

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