JOHN BERTACCA LIBROWEB 9: Percy, the Italian animation and the Pantheon of the future. JOHN
Protestant Cemetery in Rome The poet told about chiavennasca The great illustration of how Italy was put on the trail of the "great foreign poets," making a sort of Grand Tour, which imposed the love poets read and studied, in this case, the English Romantics, and a kind of mold compound to be proposed to the readers of cultural journalism, we would say today, and geography of ideas. Claudio Di Scalzo
PERCY, THE SOUL OF ITALY AND THE PANTHEON FUTURE
Moreover, more than a bad disposition of Shelley, his judgments the Italian people were dictated by a reason of love. Italy is the case, because a slave. The Venetians are the victims of the hordes of Austria, which is oppressed by this miserable people no longer live, but immersed in a dream full of anguish and dark terror of life in Rome three hundred prisoners in strains that uproot the weeds of St. Peter's Square gives the image of the servitude of Italy. Came into the paradise of exiles and outcasts, pariahs and exile himself, he knew how to meet the brothers of misery and exile in the same children of this land and felt, at heart, to love them. As soon as the thrill of freedom, in '20, starts running the lands of Europe and even the South of Italy it is taken, he, hoping to see him to his faraway England announced the results in the two solemn odes to Naples and Freedom, inspiring the song in Italian towns, beautiful and fair as Amazons, each with its magnitude "From the islands it all up to the cold Alps, eternal riscuotesi Italy. The sea waves are the lonely cobblestone streets of Venice with light laughs and music. Genoa made widow, pale, moonlight syllable in the epitaphs of their ancestors, muttering: - Where is Doria? - The beautiful Milan in whose veins long ran - crippling - the venom of the viper, raise your heel to crush his head ... Florence, under the sun, the most beautiful cities, has suffused his face crimson with the hope of Liberty ...». It's coming, then to immature, the country shows, in whose name the poet sings: "What is the sunrise for the night, what is the north wind to the clouds, as the ardent enthusiasm with the earthquake, in passing, does ruin mountain solitudes - eternal Italy! - As your hopes and your fears are those for you. "
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will call us with the very name of this foreign visitor who arrives just between us so beat up camp with our brother on the threshold of revival? Nothing what could he neglected to insert the secret soul Italic. He wrapped himself in the horror of the dark passages lead and Sant'Anna, where he relived the passion of Tasso are intoxicated in the paintings of Correggio, Raphael, Rosa; by Beatrice Cenci attributed to Reni drew inspiration for his most profound tragedy, which is the tragedy of an age and an Italian company, did not seem to appreciate the dignity in the Sistine Chapel frescoes by Michelangelo Camillo Boito called it "a storm of beauty", but the Medusa of Leonardo wrote verses of power left, similar to his other out of which, eliminated from within the ethereal visions of the most delicate, burst at times crossed beams of darkness by flashes of terror and desolation. Born
Anglo-Saxon, possessed even in its most hidden by the language of Italy, entered fully into uneasy intimacy of Petrarchan poetry and played the triumphs, innovations, sublimation that triumph of life over which he climbed peaks to cross into eternity. Against any religion or dogma, taught us a new prayer, reading Dante's Paradise in the shadow of the cathedral of Milan; resume the grounds of the Vita Nuova and Convivio, austere of cold abstractions, imbued with mystical dismay, a reflection of an irradiated bit 'pale dawn sidereal unknown, there placing a warmer passion in life, there's rincolorò all the colors of creation, they rinutrì lymph of the senses, pursued, cajoled, held each other and to each other intertwined, from color to scent the sound, in a process and keeping up cangevole, until it the word seems to be less on the edges of infinity.
Certainly the spirit of Dante visited in time the heart of this ecstatic poet, who acknowledged from the earth to greet her and every woman saw an idea that the universe congiungesse ... "There was a young man - he writes in Italian - who traveled to distant lands, looking for a woman's world, of which it was love." No country on earth home to the woman desired by him, but of all the districts, this to which he was to die was the closest to his dream.
To die, to be reborn.
If one day erect a Pantheon Rome to the memory of the great sons we amplified Italy, Percy will among the elect. The direction of our Enotrio exalt in the marble effigy of the virgin and Titan Mays Latin renew their tribute of roses to the poet of the free world and the eternal fairy tale ...
JOHN BERTACCA
from The Great illustration of Italy, in September 1924
