The Shepherds by Gabriele d’Annunzio Featuring Serena

I’ve a little treat for you today.

I’ve been following the Italian Blog written by Serena for quite a while now. It’s a super blog. It regularly has articles that are very useful for anybody learning or trying to improve their command of the Italian language.

Recently Serena posted the poem I Pastori (The Shepherds) by Gabriele d’Annunzio (born in Pescara) and provided an English translation.

This is special for me because not only is it the first time I’ve come across a translation of a poem by d’Annunzio, it is also a poem about the traditional way of life in Abruzzo and reflects the transumanza (migration of sheep).

I’ve had a chance to visit d’Annunzio’s birth place in Pescara which is now a museum Casa Natale di Gabriele d’Annunzio. It was one of the rare occasions I’ve ever been close to a Brioni suit!

I’m delighted to have been given permission to reproduce the article so I’m going to stop writing shortly and hand you over to Serena, Gabriele d’Annunzio and the shepherds of Abruzzo.

If you’d like to read the original post you’ll find it here, I Pastori di Gabriele d’Annunzio. Note also that you can follow the Italian Blog on Facebook and Twitter, or subscribe via an RSS Feed or by email.

What follows is the article in full…

 

Yesterday it rained and rained all day and all night. This morning there is a new freshness in the air, and with it the feeling that the summer is drawing to an end. The seasonal change reminds me of a poem by Gabriele d’Annunzio entitled I Pastori (The Shepherds).

Gabriele d’Annunzio was born in Pescara (Abruzzi) in 1863. He was a poet, novelist, journalist, play writer, patriot, trend setter, and much more. He had many nicknames, amongst which was l’Imaginifico (The Creator of Imagery) due to his particular writing style which mixed together lesser known words such as verga instead of the more common bastone = stick, with words from dialect such as avellano instead of nocciolo = hazelnut. He twisted and created new words (such as erbal from erba = grass), and made use of numerous similes.

In this poem d’Annuzio (who by the time that he wrote it had moved to the north of Italy where he died in 1938) describes, with a sense of nostalgia, the seasonal migration of the Abruzzesi shepherds from the summer Alpine meadows down to the winter pastures on the coast of the Adriatic sea. I Pastori was published in 1903 in Alcyone, a collection of verses written between 1899 and 1903.

 

 

I Pastori

Settembre, andiamo. È tempo di migrare.

Ora in terra d’Abruzzi i miei pastori

lascian gli stazzi e vanno verso il mare:

scendono all’Adriatico selvaggio

che verde è come i pascoli dei monti.

Han bevuto profondamente ai fonti

alpestri, che sapor d’acqua natia

rimanga ne’ cuori esuli a conforto

che lungo illuda la lor sete in via.

Rinnovato hanno verga d’avellano.

E vanno pel tratturo antico al piano,

quasi per un erbal fiume silente

su le vestigia degli antichi padri.

O voce di colui che primamente

conosce il tremolar della marina!

Ora lungh’esso il litoral cammina

la greggia. Senza mutamento è l’aria.

Il sole imbionda sì la viva lana

che quasi dalla sabbia non divaria.

Isciacquio, calpestio, dolci rumori.

Ah perché non son io co’ miei pastori?

 

 

The Shepherds

September, let’s go. It’s time to migrate.

Now in the land of Abruzzi my shepherds

leave the folds and go towards the sea:

they go down to the wild Adriatic

that is green like mountain pastures.

They’ve drunk deeply from the Alpine fonts,

so that taste of their native water

may stay in their exiled hearts for comfort

to deceive their thirst along the way.

They’ve renewed their hazelnut sticks.

And they go along the ancient bridleway,

that is almost like a silent grassy river

in the traces of the ancient ancestors.

Oh voice of the one who first

discerns the shimmering of the sea!

Now along this coast moves the flock.

Without movement is the air.

The sun bleaches the living wool so that

it almost blends into the sand.

Swishing, stamping, sweet sounds.

Ah why am I not with my shepherds?

 

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a little bit about 

Noel is an IT Consultant, software development Project Manager, photographer, writer, and English teacher. These days he swaps his time between Abruzzo, Italy and Dublin, Ireland.

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