Christina Georgina Rossetti (Londra, 5 dicembre 1830 – Londra, 29 dicembre 1894), sorella di Dante Gabriel Rossetti, William Michael Rossetti e Maria Francesca Rossetti, è stata una delle più importanti poetesse inglesi del secolo scorso.
His father, Gabriele Rossetti, was a famous Italian poet and Carbonaro. The mother, Frances Polidori, was the sister of a friend of Lord Byron, John William Polidori.
"Who has ever seen the wind?
Neither I nor you. But when the trees bow their heads, The wind them crossed. "
Neither I nor you. But when the trees bow their heads, The wind them crossed. "
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Ricordami
Tu ricordami quando sarò andata
lontano, nella terra del silenzio,
né più per mano mi potrai tenere,
né io potrò il saluto ricambiare.
Ricordami anche quando non potrai
giorno per giorno tell me of your dreams:
remember just because of me, you know, will not come
word or prayer.
Even if a little 'I had to forget about you after
and remember, Do not worry:
gloom and doom because if they leave
Tracks of my thoughts of the past,
better for you to smile and forget that
be tormented by the memory.
Tu ricordami quando sarò andata
lontano, nella terra del silenzio,
né più per mano mi potrai tenere,
né io potrò il saluto ricambiare.
Ricordami anche quando non potrai
giorno per giorno tell me of your dreams:
remember just because of me, you know, will not come
word or prayer.
Even if a little 'I had to forget about you after
and remember, Do not worry:
gloom and doom because if they leave
Tracks of my thoughts of the past,
better for you to smile and forget that
be tormented by the memory.
Ecce Ancilla Domini - Dante Gabriel Rossetti
(the model is Christina)
Mirage
The hope was that I dreamed a dream,
only a dream, I wake up now,
discouraged, weary and old,
for a dream.
hang my harp on a tree,
a weeping willow in a lake:
hang them on the harp muted, worn and cracked,
for a dream.
Sta 'serene, is' quiet, broken heart, heart
hush, quiet, split:
life and the world have changed, and myself,
for a dream.
The hope was that I dreamed a dream,
only a dream, I wake up now,
discouraged, weary and old,
for a dream.
hang my harp on a tree,
a weeping willow in a lake:
hang them on the harp muted, worn and cracked,
for a dream.
Sta 'serene, is' quiet, broken heart, heart
hush, quiet, split:
life and the world have changed, and myself,
for a dream.
Brendekilde Hans Anderson - A Wooded Path In Autumn
Vanity of vanities
Of all that falls in this world,
is the leaf of autumn in my heart
feel the deepest pain.
who thinks, in flower in spring?
The wide world laughed jeweled -
sighs, song wings.
One hundred and fatal pitfalls minimum
the journey of one day we expose ourselves:
is the worm-eaten apple on the branch,
the bird to which the wings are broken, the voice
who sang that slowly dies.
Silence, sound and sight of pain .-
mercy, sweet Lord
Of all that falls in this world,
is the leaf of autumn in my heart
feel the deepest pain.
who thinks, in flower in spring?
The wide world laughed jeweled -
sighs, song wings.
One hundred and fatal pitfalls minimum
the journey of one day we expose ourselves:
is the worm-eaten apple on the branch,
the bird to which the wings are broken, the voice
who sang that slowly dies.
Silence, sound and sight of pain .-
mercy, sweet Lord
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