And I loved the photographs of the moonlit tiles- the first revealing a Paul Klee like face, a lunar- being revealed by the Moon rays, and the second photograph a close-up of the further revealed eye of this captured being- who knows how long has been waiting for that particular moment to arrive and the stars and planets and the moon all in divine alignment, waiting for a discerning eye to notice.
Your voice was especially moving in reading this emotive poem, which seems to have survived the transition of a translation with great beauty… and something in the timbre of your voice was deep and warm- like rich notes emanating from the inner chambers of your heart.
And the larynx is a mystery instrument - the voice such a miracle and the origin of sound as old as perhaps the Moon itself.
I am late here, as I was in my own twilight zone at the time of your writing, so very happy return to see this lovely post for so many reasons - the reading , the poem, the comments, and the invocation of the Moon in all her moods, and all of us here, in all our moods- peaceful together in our similarities and differences.
Thank you. That was sad but very beautiful. I think you got the poet just right. Of course, la luna is so very beautiful and perfect and awesome that it can (and, I think, should) make us grateful even when we are sad (triste in Italian). And make us humble, too. Loved your reading. I didn’t know that poem.
Find the smallest things that are constant, bring a smile. Oh, dearest Patti, I thank you for reminding me of ways to find my smile; the moon, a poem, your voice ❤
These photographs are extraordinary. The tiles appear less solid with the moonlight making it all feel like liminal space. Very very beautiful. Happy Pink Full Moon in Scorpio.
I love the moon - talk to it every night that I can see it - it makes me sad to think that when I eventually leave the Earth, I will miss the beautiful moon so much...
Ciao Patti, what a magnificent gift you have given us today. I adore Giacomo Leopardi and the thought that you were very close to where I live, about seventy kilometers away, when you took those photos in Milan (it was in 2023?) makes me so happy. Unfortunately, I can no longer move much from home because medication induced osteoporosis is starting to give me serious problems. And also when you held a concert very close to my house - about ten kilometers - at the schools of Montagnola, just above Lugano, a few tens of meters from the Canuzzi house, where the German writer Hermann Hesse spent the last forty years of his life , it was impossible for me to move from home due to health issues. It was July 2003 and my painter cousin came to your beautiful concert dedicated to Hesse with her very young children. She told me that a nice exchange happened when the child shouted something and you answered him from your position.
Continuing to talk about the great poet Giacomo Leopardi, as Paola wrote in a comment above, another magnificent poem where he talks about the moon is "Canto notturno di un pastore errante dell’Asia" from the Canti (XXIII). I report the first verses below and greet you with much affection and with you all the readers.
Glad to help, Jill :)
And I loved the photographs of the moonlit tiles- the first revealing a Paul Klee like face, a lunar- being revealed by the Moon rays, and the second photograph a close-up of the further revealed eye of this captured being- who knows how long has been waiting for that particular moment to arrive and the stars and planets and the moon all in divine alignment, waiting for a discerning eye to notice.
dear Patti,
Your voice was especially moving in reading this emotive poem, which seems to have survived the transition of a translation with great beauty… and something in the timbre of your voice was deep and warm- like rich notes emanating from the inner chambers of your heart.
And the larynx is a mystery instrument - the voice such a miracle and the origin of sound as old as perhaps the Moon itself.
I am late here, as I was in my own twilight zone at the time of your writing, so very happy return to see this lovely post for so many reasons - the reading , the poem, the comments, and the invocation of the Moon in all her moods, and all of us here, in all our moods- peaceful together in our similarities and differences.
Your voice is so beautiful here, Patti. How could a speaking voice be so full of emotion. You are a human cello.
Thank you. That was sad but very beautiful. I think you got the poet just right. Of course, la luna is so very beautiful and perfect and awesome that it can (and, I think, should) make us grateful even when we are sad (triste in Italian). And make us humble, too. Loved your reading. I didn’t know that poem.
Beautiful https://open.substack.com/pub/gregorypettys?r=f1gey&utm_medium=ios
Thank you for sharing! We had a gorgeous view of the Pink Full Moon here in New York as well 💖
That was so soothing. Thank you for sharing the moon with us.
Full moon blessings to you Patti. Thank you for the beautiful reading. X
Oh to occasionally witness a bright full moon! We are lucky beings
Find the smallest things that are constant, bring a smile. Oh, dearest Patti, I thank you for reminding me of ways to find my smile; the moon, a poem, your voice ❤
Down here, every celestial event this year has been marred by clouds. I’m sure it was beautiful.
Haiku Buson on the Moon
Mustard flowers
The moon is in the east
The sun is in the west
Buson Yosano
（1716-1784)
It is not a personal translation.
These photographs are extraordinary. The tiles appear less solid with the moonlight making it all feel like liminal space. Very very beautiful. Happy Pink Full Moon in Scorpio.
I love the moon - talk to it every night that I can see it - it makes me sad to think that when I eventually leave the Earth, I will miss the beautiful moon so much...
Ciao Patti, what a magnificent gift you have given us today. I adore Giacomo Leopardi and the thought that you were very close to where I live, about seventy kilometers away, when you took those photos in Milan (it was in 2023?) makes me so happy. Unfortunately, I can no longer move much from home because medication induced osteoporosis is starting to give me serious problems. And also when you held a concert very close to my house - about ten kilometers - at the schools of Montagnola, just above Lugano, a few tens of meters from the Canuzzi house, where the German writer Hermann Hesse spent the last forty years of his life , it was impossible for me to move from home due to health issues. It was July 2003 and my painter cousin came to your beautiful concert dedicated to Hesse with her very young children. She told me that a nice exchange happened when the child shouted something and you answered him from your position.
Continuing to talk about the great poet Giacomo Leopardi, as Paola wrote in a comment above, another magnificent poem where he talks about the moon is "Canto notturno di un pastore errante dell’Asia" from the Canti (XXIII). I report the first verses below and greet you with much affection and with you all the readers.
Che fai tu, luna, in ciel? dimmi, che fai,
Silenziosa luna?
Sorgi la sera, e vai,
Contemplando i deserti; indi ti posi.
Ancor non sei tu paga
Di riandare i sempiterni calli?
Ancor non prendi a schivo, ancor sei vaga
Di mirar queste valli?
Somiglia alla tua vita
La vita del pastore.
. . . .
https://www.giacomoleopardi.it/?page_id=6396#