"Harbor in Moonlight" by Claude Joseph VernetA Translation of ‘In the Evening’ by Ugo Foscolo (1778-1827) The Society April 2, 2019 Beauty, Poetry, Translation 4 Comments translation from Italian by Luigi Pagano Maybe because you are the image of eternal peace O evening, you are welcomed by me with open arms when the summer clouds and the gentlest breeze beguile me with fascination and plenty of charm or in winter, when the sky full of snow and ill at ease, to the universe brings dark nights and heavy storms. I long for you and as you descend you will release sweetness to the secret parts of my soul in return. My thoughts keep wandering towards that moment that leads to nothingness as the wretched time flies together with all my anxieties and painful torment with which throughout my life I had to agonize and, while I contemplate your peace, I am content to placate the combative spirit that in me lies. © Luigi Pagano 2019 Alla Sera Forse perché della fatal quïete Tu sei l’imago a me sì cara vieni O sera! E quando ti corteggian liete Le nubi estive e i zeffiri sereni, E quando dal nevoso aere inquïete Tenebre e lunghe all’universo meni Sempre scendi invocata, e le secrete Vie del mio cor soavemente tieni. Vagar mi fai co’ miei pensier su l’orme che vanno al nulla eterno; e intanto fugge questo reo tempo, e van con lui le torme Delle cure onde meco egli si strugge; e mentre io guardo la tua pace, dorme Quello spirto guerrier ch’entro mi rugge. Luigi Pagano, born in Italy, has lived in England since 1961. Married, has two daughters and lives in Cheshire. He has published three poetry collections entitled “Idle Thoughts”, “Reflections” and “Poetry on Tap.” The anthologies “Sporting Chance” (Boho Press) and “Voices From the Web” 2, 3. 4 and 5 (UKA Press) include some of his work. He was also featured in “Take Five Poets”and “Kiss of the Sun” (I*D Books), “Land of Stories” (Bar None books), La Fenêtre magazine. He is a regular contributor to ABCtales.com, UKAuthors.com and Poetry24.co.uk Views expressed by individual poets and writers on this website and by commenters do not represent the views of the entire Society. The comments section on regular posts is meant to be a place for civil and fruitful discussion. Pseudonyms are discouraged. The individual poet or writer featured in a post has the ability to remove any or all comments by emailing submissions@ classicalpoets.org with the details and under the subject title “Remove Comment.” Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Related 4 Responses Mahathi April 2, 2019 Very beautiful imagery. Doesn’t sound like a translation. The choice of words and flow make it sound like a original poem. Reply Joseph S. Salemi April 2, 2019 In line 12 of the Italian text, the last word should be /strugge/, not “struggle.” Perhaps it could be corrected. Reply Charles Eager April 3, 2019 This is, in my view, a delightful translation, with great sensitivity to the qualities of the original and to the difficult matter of transmitting them in English. My Italian other half agrees, saying “This is beautiful! Both in Italian and English”. It very well deserves the prize it received in the 2019 Translation Competition. Reply Luwese Becardi April 7, 2019 We owe Mr. Pagano a debit [sic] of gratitude for his bringing his translation of Foscolo’s sonnet to SCP. It has been so long since I contemplated Italian Romantic Foscolo, particularly his “Dei Seplocri”, that it is nice Mr. Pagano has drawn attention to another work of his. For me it is a strange feeling to apostrophize, especially time, as Foscolo does with evening; but there is a power to it, a power and a freedom that can be intoxicating. Such apostrophizing gave rise to this bilding by Raúl de Cwesibe, “To Night”: Oh, lovely Night, you fabricator of the Day, embellishing our world with your crazed sleights of hand. You send the bright, full moon to light our merry way; and mountains flatten, seas dry up, at your command. Oh, you inhabitor of hollow, empty minds, you alchemist of Love, sweet chimera unmanned, although you cannot see, because you’ve closed the blinds, we are enamored of the beauties that you bring. Your works are dark, and stark, though they’re amazing finds; they leave us cold and cautious, weary, wondering. Half of my life is yours, whether I sleep or wake; asleep, I’m unaware, awake, I’m wandering. For me, one of the ironies of poems of mine being published anywhere, after decades of trying, is that the first poems I ever had published were in an Italian literary magazine, my poems on Umberto Saba and Umberto Eco (when he was alive). Sometimes a person in one culture is not appreciated by those of his or her own culture, but can find an audience in another; and such was my case. For that reason, inter alia, I have an abiding affinity to Italian literature. Reply Leave a Reply Cancel Reply Your email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.