NOONTIME SONGS: Renzo Novatore

How can I avoid posting another piece by Renzo Novatore. Here are the first two stanzas of his poem, No On Time Songs. After reading, Click here to read the remainder of the poem and to support the translator, Anarchy in Italy.


I 

Verily, there is yet a future for evil too. And the hottest noon has not yet been

discovered for man.”—F. Nietzsche, Thus Spoke Zarathustra[1]

 

    I am alone, I am alone! Alone and distant…

But what does it all matter?

Yes, what does it matter to me?

The vast and boundless wilderness stretches out around me, and here—amid the sun’s golden rays—firs and pines sing their strange songs composed from symphonies of silence and the music of mystery…

I am singing too.

I am singing the song of my bleeding truths for all the bloodstained minds. I am singing the song of my greatest, most desperate noon: I am singing the dog day poem of my hottest summer!…

But I sing only for my solitary and unknown comrades; I sing only for my distant children…

For my heart is not longer a spring garden dotted with fragile and fragrant roses; for my heart is no longer a vermilion jewel box full of virgin dreams.

Anyone who has sung the morning poem must sing the noontime poem. And I am singing it! I am singing the dog day songs of my hot summer.

 

II

Once I dreamed…

It was the first joyful spring of my youth!

Those were good times!…

A mysterious ideal flapped its invisible wings over the ethereal waves; fleshy tears were enlightened by spiritual laughter; within me, human sorrow was transformed into a harmonic dream of future beauty!…

I dreamed great dreams of justice and freedom… of brotherhood and love…

And I lived for this dream; I fought for this dream…

My mind was completely covered with fragile, fragrant roses, and my heart was a vermilion jewel box full of virgin dreams!…

My eyes glowed with a red and golden light, and my faith was a dramatic, emotional “Yes” that believed and hoped…

Yes! Then I believed…

I believed in brotherhood; in human redemption; in love…

“The self-elevation of men…” “Elevation of the masses…” “Ascent of the people…” “Sublimation of humanity!…”

Ah! that great poem of dreams, my youth!


 

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