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4.12 AVERAGE
4.12 AVERAGE
Achei alguns dos poemas difíceis de compreender, mas os que eram focados nos camponeses pareceram-me sublimes.
No man can see, beyond that sprawled body,
that childhood passed in such clumsy anxiety.
I found these poems to be both brutish and carnal, simultaneously attuned to the seasons and yet void of social justice. Perhaps it is the view from a window, somehow akin to Satantango's Doctor, a febrile vision of the Edenic gone feral.
These easily rank with [b:Poet in New York|953562|Poet in New York|Federico García Lorca|https://i.gr-assets.com/images/S/compressed.photo.goodreads.com/books/1312044378l/953562._SY75_.jpg|938472], [b:Lunch Poems|139867|Lunch Poems|Frank O'Hara|https://i.gr-assets.com/images/S/compressed.photo.goodreads.com/books/1328774773l/139867._SX50_.jpg|134831] and [b:Renascence and Other Poems|537430|Renascence and Other Poems|Edna St. Vincent Millay|https://i.gr-assets.com/images/S/compressed.photo.goodreads.com/books/1328868114l/537430._SY75_.jpg|327126] as my favorite collections. There is something wounded in Pavese's long, lingering lines. The narrative embraces silence while the images are ripe, almost bursting. Most can't afford the rent of Innocence. The frost has left the crop as manure and the wine is a host to something both pagan and feudal. The only emancipation is flight - - - or suicide.
that childhood passed in such clumsy anxiety.
I found these poems to be both brutish and carnal, simultaneously attuned to the seasons and yet void of social justice. Perhaps it is the view from a window, somehow akin to Satantango's Doctor, a febrile vision of the Edenic gone feral.
These easily rank with [b:Poet in New York|953562|Poet in New York|Federico García Lorca|https://i.gr-assets.com/images/S/compressed.photo.goodreads.com/books/1312044378l/953562._SY75_.jpg|938472], [b:Lunch Poems|139867|Lunch Poems|Frank O'Hara|https://i.gr-assets.com/images/S/compressed.photo.goodreads.com/books/1328774773l/139867._SX50_.jpg|134831] and [b:Renascence and Other Poems|537430|Renascence and Other Poems|Edna St. Vincent Millay|https://i.gr-assets.com/images/S/compressed.photo.goodreads.com/books/1328868114l/537430._SY75_.jpg|327126] as my favorite collections. There is something wounded in Pavese's long, lingering lines. The narrative embraces silence while the images are ripe, almost bursting. Most can't afford the rent of Innocence. The frost has left the crop as manure and the wine is a host to something both pagan and feudal. The only emancipation is flight - - - or suicide.
una continua sete di senso - lavorare stanca quando il senso non lo si trova nell'operare, ma lo si sente, che deve esserci
"uscirò per le strade finché non sarò stanca morta"
"uscirò per le strade finché non sarò stanca morta"
reflective
medium-paced