{"id":6724,"date":"2023-05-16T10:37:41","date_gmt":"2023-05-16T08:37:41","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.letstalkaboutfeeling.com\/?p=6724"},"modified":"2023-06-13T13:03:18","modified_gmt":"2023-06-13T11:03:18","slug":"rain-in-the-pine-forest-gabriele-dannunzio","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.letstalkaboutfeeling.com\/en\/rain-in-the-pine-forest-gabriele-dannunzio\/","title":{"rendered":"Rain in the pine forest – Gabriele D’Annunzio"},"content":{"rendered":"\t\t
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Silence. On the edge
\nof the forest no sound
\nof words pronounced
\ndo I hear; but the sound
\nof newer words
\nthat speak in drops and foliage
\nfrom afar.
\nListen. Rain
\nfalls from sparse clouds.
\nRain on the tamerisks
\nall brine and chars,
\nrain on the pines
\nall scales and spines,
\nrain on the myrtaceae
\ndivine,
\non the genista fulgent
\nof flowers collected
\non the juniper covered
\nwith berries fragrant,
\nrain on our faces
\nligneous,
\nrain on our hands
\nbare,
\non our garments
\nlight,
\non our thoughts bright
\nthat our souls share
\npure,
\non the lovely tale
\nthat yesterday
\nmisled you, that today misleads me,
\noh Hermione.<\/p>\n

Do you hear? The rain falling
\non the solitary
\nvegetation
\nwith a crackle that goes on
\nand varies in the air
\nwith the fronds
\nmore sparse, less sparse.
\nListen. Responds
\nto the tears a chorus
\nof cicadas
\nwhose austral sobs,
\nlike the ashen skies,
\ninstill no fear.
\nAnd the pine
\nhas a sound, and the myrtaceae
\nanother sound, and the juniper
\nanother still, different
\ninstruments
\nin the hands of many.
\nAnd immersed
\nare we in the spirit
\nof the wood,
\nliving arboreal lives;
\nand your delighted features
\nare wet from the shower
\nlike a flower,
\nand your tresses
\nare as scented
\nas dazzling genista
\noh terrestrial creature
\nwhose name is
\nHermione.<\/p>\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t

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Heed, heed. The harmony
\nof the aerial cicadas is
\nlittle by little
\nmore subtle
\nbeneath the tears
\nthat spread;
\nbut a song mingles instead
\nmore strident
\nand there it rises,
\nfrom the distant humid shadows.
\nMore subtle and more faint
\nit fades away, dies.
\nOne note alone
\nvibrates still, and dies,
\nrises, vibrates, dies.
\nSounds of the sea no more.
\nOn the fronds I hear
\nthe pour
\nof silver rain
\nthat clears,
\nthe pour that varies
\nwith the fronds,
\nmore sparse, less sparse.
\nListen.
\nThe child of the air
\nis mute; but the child
\nof the distant bog,
\nthe frog,
\nsings in the deepest shadows,
\nwho knows where, who knows where!
\nAnd rain falls on your lashes,
\nHermione.<\/p>\n

Rain falls on your dark lashes
\nand you seem to weep
\nbut with joy; not white
\nbut almost verdant
\nfrom the bark you surface.
\nAnd all of life in us is fresh
\nfragrant,
\nour hearts in our breast like peaches
\nintact,
\nbetween our lids our eyes
\nlike springs among the grasses,
\nour teeth in their beds
\nlike unripe almonds.
\nAnd we move from bush to bush,
\nnow together now apart
\n(and the verdant feral vigour
\nenvelops our ankles
\nbinds our knees)
\nwho knows where, who knows where!
\nAnd rain on our faces
\nligneous,
\nrain on our hands
\nbare,
\non our garments
\nlight,
\non our thoughts bright
\nthat the soul shares
\npure,
\non the lovely tale
\nthat yesterday
\nmisled you, that today misleads me,
\noh Hermione.<\/p>\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t<\/section>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Rain in the pine forest – Gabriele D’Annunzio Silence. On the edge of the forest no sound of words pronounced do I hear; but the sound of newer words that speak in drops and foliage from afar. Listen. Rain falls from sparse clouds. Rain on the tamerisks all brine and chars, rain on the pines […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":6710,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[118],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-6724","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-poems"],"aioseo_notices":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.letstalkaboutfeeling.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6724","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.letstalkaboutfeeling.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.letstalkaboutfeeling.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.letstalkaboutfeeling.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.letstalkaboutfeeling.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=6724"}],"version-history":[{"count":12,"href":"https:\/\/www.letstalkaboutfeeling.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6724\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":6802,"href":"https:\/\/www.letstalkaboutfeeling.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6724\/revisions\/6802"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.letstalkaboutfeeling.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/6710"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.letstalkaboutfeeling.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=6724"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.letstalkaboutfeeling.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=6724"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.letstalkaboutfeeling.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=6724"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}