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Foglie d'erba

Testo inglese a fronte. Ediz. integrale

By Walt Whitman, Igina Tattoni (Translator), Lewis Fried (Contributor)

(1522)

| Mass Market Paperback | 9788854119017

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Edizione integrale del 1856 con testo inglese a fronte.

Foglie d’erba di Walt Whitman è la raccolta poetica di una vita. Costantemente modificata dall’autore fino ai suoi ultimi giorni, è un’opera di vitalità impressionante che si muove rapida tra la celebrazione appassionata del corpo sensuale e l Continue

Edizione integrale del 1856 con testo inglese a fronte.

Foglie d’erba di Walt Whitman è la raccolta poetica di una vita. Costantemente modificata dall’autore fino ai suoi ultimi giorni, è un’opera di vitalità impressionante che si muove rapida tra la celebrazione appassionata del corpo sensuale e l’invocazione alla presa di coscienza universale. Stampato per la prima volta in forma anonima, “diverso” già nella sua struttura slegata e fluviale, Foglie d’erba cresce lentamente nella neonata coscienza critica americana, inneggia alla memoria storica del Paese e grida la gioia dei sentimenti, l’urgenza naturalistica, ma anche il dolore della guerra. Il riconoscimento delle diversità e l’onestà delle emozioni sono la pietra angolare della poetica di Whitman, che dalle contraddizioni pubbliche e private ricaverà grandi impulsi poetici. Con lui nasce il Sogno Americano.
In questa edizione viene presentata per la prima volta al lettore la seconda versione della raccolta, risalente al 1856, in cui Whitman include numerosi nuovi componimenti e decide di dare un titolo a ognuno.

«Celebro me stesso,
E ciò che immagino tu immaginerai,
Perché ogni atomo che appartiene a me appartiene davvero
anche a te.»

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    A clear midnight

    This is thy hour, O Soul,
    thy free flight into the wordless,
    Away from books, away from art,
    the day erased, the lesson done,
    Thee fully forth emerging,
    silent, gazing, pondering the themes thou lovest best,
    Night, sleep, death, and the stars.

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    Suzanne said on Aug 27, 2009 about the Others edition | 1 feedback

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    Me imperturbe, standing at ease in Nature,
    Master of all or mistress of all, aplomb in the midst of irrational things,
    Imbued as they, passive, receptive, silent as they,
    Finding my occupation, poverty, notoriety, foibles, crimes, less important than I thought ...

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    Whispering wood said on Nov 13, 2010 | Add your feedback

  • "I bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass I love,
    If you want me again look for me under your boot-soles.

    You will hardly know who I am or what I mean,
    But I shall be good health to you nevertheless,
    And filter and fibre your blood.

    Failing to fetch me at first keep encouraged,
    Missing ... (continue)

    "I bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass I love,
    If you want me again look for me under your boot-soles.

    You will hardly know who I am or what I mean,
    But I shall be good health to you nevertheless,
    And filter and fibre your blood.

    Failing to fetch me at first keep encouraged,
    Missing me one place search another,
    I stop somewhere waiting for you."

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    Giulia Lizzio said on Oct 22, 2011 about the Others edition | Add your feedback

  • Breathless

    For those who feel free. For those who seek indipendence. For those who are curious and hates stereotypes. For those who have a bloody desire to improve..just keep it next to you, as you travel through your life.

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    Contessa said on Mar 12, 2010 about the Others edition | Add your feedback

  • To a Stranger

    Passing stranger! you do not know how longingly I look upon you,
    You must be he I was seeking, or she I was seeking, (it comes to me
    as of a dream,)
    I have somewhere surely lived a life of joy with you,
    All is recall'd as we flit by each other, fluid, affectionate,
    chaste, matured,
    You grew up with ... (continue)

    Passing stranger! you do not know how longingly I look upon you,
    You must be he I was seeking, or she I was seeking, (it comes to me
    as of a dream,)
    I have somewhere surely lived a life of joy with you,
    All is recall'd as we flit by each other, fluid, affectionate,
    chaste, matured,
    You grew up with me, were a boy with me or a girl with me,
    I ate with you and slept with you, your body has become not yours
    only nor left my body mine only,
    You give me the pleasure of your eyes, face, flesh, as we pass, you
    take of my beard, breast, hands, in return,
    I am not to speak to you, I am to think of you when I sit alone or
    wake at night alone,
    I am to wait, I do not doubt I am to meet you again,
    I am to see to it that I do not lose you.

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    Hikaru said on Mar 8, 2010 about the Others edition | Add your feedback

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