{"id":1515,"date":"2011-03-27T19:13:32","date_gmt":"2011-03-27T17:13:32","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/poetapazzo.wordpress.com\/?p=1515"},"modified":"2011-03-27T19:13:32","modified_gmt":"2011-03-27T17:13:32","slug":"autumn-come-too-soon","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.poetamatusel.org\/?p=1515","title":{"rendered":"AUTUMN, COME TOO SOON &#8230;"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a href=\"https:\/\/www.poetamatusel.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/03\/moon-orange-large.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignright size-full wp-image-1516\" title=\"Big orange Moon - Photo Guido Comin\" src=\"https:\/\/www.poetamatusel.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/03\/moon-orange-large.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"500\" height=\"326\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.poetamatusel.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/03\/moon-orange-large.jpg 901w, https:\/\/www.poetamatusel.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/03\/moon-orange-large-300x196.jpg 300w, https:\/\/www.poetamatusel.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/03\/moon-orange-large-768x501.jpg 768w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 500px) 100vw, 500px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left:30px;\">&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left:30px;\">This much-too-orange moon,<br \/>\ntoo large, too bright, too cheeky,<br \/>\nthat mocks my every movement,<br \/>\nmy moods, my very madness\u2026<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left:30px;\">This cannot be the moon of your<br \/>\nlong walks on unknown beaches,<br \/>\nwithout even a dog, without us both,<br \/>\nthe Baltic\u2019s feathers ruffled by the early<br \/>\nbreezes of this autumn come too soon.<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left:30px;\">Oh, no, this has to be my moon alone,<br \/>\nfor it is coloured just like dying leaves,<br \/>\nappropriately enough, because this is<br \/>\nthe designated season of farewells,<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left:30px;\">when everything that\u2019s natural will die,<br \/>\nmaking \u2013 like our scant harvest of love \u2013<br \/>\nspace for the hopeful flowers of next year.<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left:30px;\">&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left:30px;\"><a href=\"https:\/\/www.poetamatusel.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/03\/sany4113.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-1523\" title=\"Wild flowers (Black Forest) - Photo Guido Comin\" src=\"https:\/\/www.poetamatusel.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/03\/sany4113.jpg?w=300\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"232\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.poetamatusel.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/03\/sany4113.jpg 2826w, https:\/\/www.poetamatusel.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/03\/sany4113-300x232.jpg 300w, https:\/\/www.poetamatusel.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/03\/sany4113-768x595.jpg 768w, https:\/\/www.poetamatusel.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/03\/sany4113-1024x793.jpg 1024w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left:30px;\">&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left:30px;\">&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left:30px;\">&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left:30px;\">&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left:30px;\">&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left:30px;\">&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left:30px;\">&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left:30px;\">&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left:90px;\">PRECOCE AUTUNNO * Traduzione (un po\u2019 libera)<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left:240px;\">del poeta Fiore Leveque<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left:90px;\">&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left:90px;\">Ahi, Luna a buccia cotanto ranciata<br \/>\nTanto larga, brillante, e \u2019s\u00ec sfacciata!<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left:90px;\">In berlina metti ogni mio movimento<br \/>\nE umor, e\u2026 ogni atto mio \u2019s\u00ec da demente!<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left:90px;\">Non puoi esser quella tu, in vagar, compagna<br \/>\n\u2019si tanto l\u00e0 ove rena il salso bagna,<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left:90px;\">Senza un can, senza noi due stretti a Un Cuore,<br \/>\ne arruffa piuma in Baltica brezza Amore,<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left:90px;\">Ed in precoce tal stagione morente.<br \/>\nEh, no! Solo mia tu sia luna ardente,<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left:90px;\">\u2019s\u00ec colorata a mo\u2019 di morte foglie,<br \/>\nEd appropriatamente, dove coglie<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left:90px;\">Stagion designata per ogni addio<br \/>\nOgni che torna da Natura a Dio:<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left:90px;\">\u2026 qual, \u2019s\u00ec, ora scarso raccolto d\u2019amore,<br \/>\nqui, ove l\u2019anno che verr\u00e0 sar\u00e0 in fiore.<\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"line-height:100%;word-spacing:0;vertical-align:baseline;margin-left:5pt;margin-top:1px;margin-bottom:1px;\">&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"line-height:100%;word-spacing:0;vertical-align:baseline;margin-left:5pt;margin-top:1px;margin-bottom:1px;\">&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"line-height:100%;word-spacing:0;vertical-align:baseline;margin-left:5pt;margin-top:1px;margin-bottom:1px;\">&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"line-height:100%;word-spacing:0;vertical-align:baseline;margin-left:5pt;margin-top:1px;margin-bottom:1px;\">&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"line-height:100%;word-spacing:0;vertical-align:baseline;margin-left:5pt;margin-top:1px;margin-bottom:1px;\">&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"line-height:100%;word-spacing:0;vertical-align:baseline;margin-left:5pt;margin-top:1px;margin-bottom:1px;\">&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"line-height:100%;word-spacing:0;vertical-align:baseline;margin-left:5pt;margin-top:1px;margin-bottom:1px;\">&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"line-height:100%;word-spacing:0;vertical-align:baseline;margin-left:5pt;margin-top:1px;margin-bottom:1px;\">&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"line-height:100%;word-spacing:0;vertical-align:baseline;margin-left:5pt;margin-top:1px;margin-bottom:1px;\">&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"line-height:100%;word-spacing:0;vertical-align:baseline;margin-left:5pt;margin-top:1px;margin-bottom:1px;\"><span style=\"font-family:'Arial Narrow Special G1';font-size:x-small;\">Copyright \u00a9 2011 Guido Comin \u2013 Belluno, Italy &amp; Fiore Leveque &#8212; Anzio (RM), Italy. \u00a0All rights reserved.<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"line-height:100%;word-spacing:0;vertical-align:baseline;margin-left:5pt;margin-top:1px;margin-bottom:1px;\">&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"line-height:100%;word-spacing:0;vertical-align:baseline;margin-left:5pt;margin-top:1px;margin-bottom:1px;\">&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"line-height:100%;word-spacing:0;vertical-align:baseline;margin-left:5pt;margin-top:1px;margin-bottom:1px;\">&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"line-height:100%;word-spacing:0;vertical-align:baseline;margin-left:5pt;margin-top:1px;margin-bottom:1px;\"><span style=\"font-family:'Arial Narrow Special G1';font-size:x-small;\">.<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"line-height:100%;word-spacing:0;vertical-align:baseline;margin-left:5pt;margin-top:1px;margin-bottom:1px;\">&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"line-height:100%;word-spacing:0;vertical-align:baseline;margin-left:5pt;margin-top:1px;margin-bottom:1px;\">&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp; This much-too-orange moon, too large, too bright, too cheeky, that mocks my every movement, my moods, my very madness\u2026 This cannot be the moon of your long walks on unknown beaches, without even a dog, without us both, the Baltic\u2019s feathers ruffled by the early breezes of this autumn come too soon. Oh, no, [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[10,6],"tags":[48,124,255,275,276,303,546,744,834,1006,1581,1603,1608,1618,1632,1806,1807,1816,2130,2230,3140],"class_list":["post-1515","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-english-poetry","category-poetry-poesia","tag-addio","tag-amore","tag-autumn","tag-baltic","tag-baltico","tag-beach","tag-chiaro-di-luna","tag-death","tag-dog","tag-farewell","tag-life","tag-love","tag-love-poetry","tag-luna","tag-madness","tag-moon","tag-moonlight","tag-morte","tag-pazzia","tag-poesia-damore","tag-vita"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.poetamatusel.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1515","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.poetamatusel.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.poetamatusel.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.poetamatusel.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.poetamatusel.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=1515"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.poetamatusel.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1515\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.poetamatusel.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1515"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.poetamatusel.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=1515"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.poetamatusel.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=1515"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}