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008			140401s2010 nyu b 001 0 eng
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050	0	0	_aPQ4708 _b.A2 2010
082	0	0	_a851 LEO
100	1		_aLeopardi, Giacomo _d, 1798-1837
240	1	0	_aCanti _l. English
245	1	0	_aCanti _c/ Giacomo Leopardi ; translated and annotated by Jonathan Galassi.
250			_a1st ed.
260			_aNew York _b: Farrar, Straus & Giroux _c, c2010.
300			_axxv, 498 p. _c; 24 cm.
504			_aIncludes bibliographical references (p. 487-492) and index.
505	0		_aTo Italy -- On the monument to Dante -- To Angelo Mai -- At the wedding of his sister Paolina -- To a champion at football -- Brutus -- To spring -- Hymn to the patriarchs -- Sappho's last song -- First love -- The solitary thrush -- Infinity -- The evening of the holiday -- To the moon -- The dream -- The solitary life -- Consalvo -- To his lady -- To Count Carlo Pepoli -- The reawakening -- To Silvia -- The recollections -- Night song of a wandering shepherd in Asia -- The calm after the storm -- Saturday night in the village -- The dominant idea -- Love and death -- To himself -- Aspasia -- On an ancient funeral relief -- On the portrait of a beautiful lady -- Palinode to Marchese Gino Capponi -- The setting of the moon -- Broom -- Imitation -- Scherzo -- Fragments: listen, Melisso; Lurking here around the threshold; The light of day had died out in the west; From the Greek of Simonides.
520			_aA towering figure among European Romantic poets and a national hero of Italian letters, the tormented, learned, sometimes hyperbolic Leopardi (1798-1837) has inspired other writers-and defied translators-since before his early death: the 41 elegies, odes, love poems, and meditations called Canti lie at the heart of his work. Leopardi wrote at the bloody start of the movements that brought Italy independence: early odes call on the nation's "glorious ancestors" to revive lost patriotic hopes. Yet his enduring sadness was not so much political as metaphysical, erotic, and nostalgic: "my heart is stricken," he writes, "to think how everything in this world passes/ and barely leaves a trace." Landscapes and villages, and indeed his own memory, yield fleeting joys that self-consciousness takes away: "If life is misery," one of his characters asks the moon, "why do we bear it?/ But we're not mortal,/ and what I say may matter little to you." Several canti lament the deaths of beautiful women. To Leopardi's elaborate stanzas Galassi (who has also translated Montale) brings a light touch and a feel for modern speech.
650		4	_aItalian poetry _x--Translations into English
700	1		_aGalassi, Jonathan
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