A small parenthesis meditations on the French contribution to this grant by the Noémi our friend.
Reading the comments of our trip, it occurred to a small piece of a poem about Roncevaux you learned at school ( long time ago!) . Author of the poem is the poet Alfred de Vigny , who lived in a village in the Pyrenees, near Roncevaux. He was a military and bored with army life had dabbled in writing. Given the unexpected success has since left the army to become Scrittori a tempo pieno.
Ecco la versione in inglese e poi original segue the tradotta versione in italiano. Buona lettura.
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I like the sound of the horn at night in the woods,
Whether he sings the crying the deer at bay,
Or the hunter's farewell as weak echo welcomes
And the north wind is from leaf to leaf.
How often alone in the dark at midnight remained,
I smiled to hear him, and cried more often!
Cause I'm hear these sounds prophetic
before death ancient Paladins
O mountains of blue! O beloved country!
Rocks the Frazona, circus Marboré,
Cascades fall of snow drift,
Sources, mountain streams, brooks, streams of the Pyrenees;
Mountains frozen and flowery throne two seasons,
Whose forehead is ice and the foot of grass!
This is where we sit, that is to be understood
the air horn of a distant melancholy and tender.
Often a traveler, when the air is quiet,
This brazen voice sounds the night
A rhythmic chants around him mingles
The harmonious rattle the young lamb that bleats.
A doe
attentive, instead of hiding,
Hangs motionless at the top of the rock,
And the cascade unit, in a huge drop,
His eternal complaint song of romance
Souls knights, you still come back?
Is it you who speak with the voice of the body Roncesvalles! Roncesvalles! In your dark valley
The shadow of the great Roland is not comforted!
THE HORN
LOVE THE SOUND OF THE HORN, THE NIGHT, DEEP IN THE WOODS,
PLANT IS THAT SONGS OF LAMENT Fawn
OL'ADDIO the hunter who welcomes the faint echo,
AND THE NORTH WIND DOOR LEAF LEAF
THAT SOMETIMES, JUST IN 'GHOST, MIDNIGHT, IS
HO Felt smile and sometimes I CRY
WHY 'Creed, D' having heard NOISE ON THESE PROPHETIC,
before death OLD PALADINI
OH MOUNTAINS BLUE! OH BELOVED COUNTRY!
FRAZONA OF ROCKS, about MARBONA,
SNOW FALLS descending from DEDUCTIONS
SOURCES, brooks, streams PYRENEAN
MOUNTAIN ICE-CREAM AND FLOWERS, THRONE OF TWO SEASONS
IN THE FACE 'OF ICE AND FOOT THE LAWN!
AND 'THE' YOU NEED TO SIT AND 'THE' YOU NEED TO HEAR
far far SOUNDS OF A HORN Melancon and tender.
OFTEN A TRAVELLER When the air is' NO NOISE,
THIS ITEM IS AFFECTED BY THE BRONZE NIGHT;
CADENCE HIS SONGS, HE IS AROUND COMPOUND
Tink HARMONY OF A YOUNG LAMB TO BELA.
a fawn CAREFUL INSTEAD 'Hide,
hanging in space, PROPERTY IN THE TOP OF THE ROCKS,
WATERFALL AND JOIN IN A SINGLE DROP IMMENSE,
ETERNAL TEARS IN HIS SONG OF ROMANCE
soul of the Knights, to come back again?
TALK WITH THE DEEP VOICE
Roncesvalles! Roncesvalles! IN YOUR DARK VALLEY
L 'SHADOW OF THE GREAT ROLANDO NOT' SO Console!
Ultreya!
