~ Oscar Fingal O'Flahertie WILDE

Oscar Wilde
AVVICINANDOMI ALL'ITALIA

Giunsi alle Alpi: l'anima mia ardeva,
Italia, mia Italia, al tuo nome:
E quando uscii dal cuore della montagna
E vidi la terra agognata della mia vita,

Risi come chi ha conquistato un gran trofeo;
E meditando la tua stupenda fama
Scrutai il giorno, finché segnato di ferite di fiamma
Il cielo turchese divenne oro brunito.

Ondeggiarono i pini come la chioma di una donna,
E nei frutteti ogni frasca intrecciata
In scaglie di sbocciante spuma si sfaldò;

Ma quando seppi che lontano, a Roma,
In vincoli obbrobriosi un secondo Pietro languiva,
Piansi davanti al paese tanto bello.
Torino 1881



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SONNET ON APPROACHING ITALY

I REACHED the Alps: the soul within me burned
Italia, my Italia, at thy name:
And when from out the mountain’s heart I came
And saw the land for which my life had yearned,

I laughed as one who some great prize had earned:
And musing on the story of thy fame
I watched the day, till marked with wounds of flame
The turquoise sky to burnished gold was turned,

The pine-trees waved as waves a woman’s hair,
And in the orchards every twining spray
Was breaking into flakes of blossoming foam:

But when I knew that far away at Rome
In evil bonds a second Peter lay,
I wept to see the land so very fair.
Turin 1881



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