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Selected Poems
Aldo Vianello
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Description for Selected Poems
Paperback. A collection of poems that draws on early translations of the poet's "Time of a Flower" (1968). Translator(s): Burns, Richard; Lappin, Linda; Jay, Peter. Num Pages: 144 pages. BIC Classification: DCF. Category: (G) General (US: Trade). Dimension: 195 x 136 x 12. Weight in Grams: 188.
This bilingual collection of Aldo Vianello's poems draws on early translations by Richard Burns from Vianello's "Time of a Flower" (1968), with new versions by Peter Jay and Linda Lappin of poems from his later books. Vianello's exceptional lyric gift and his striking imagery shine through poems about many aspects of the human and natural conditions.
This bilingual collection of Aldo Vianello's poems draws on early translations by Richard Burns from Vianello's "Time of a Flower" (1968), with new versions by Peter Jay and Linda Lappin of poems from his later books. Vianello's exceptional lyric gift and his striking imagery shine through poems about many aspects of the human and natural conditions.
Product Details
Publisher
Carcanet Press Ltd United Kingdom
Number of pages
144
Format
Paperback
Publication date
2009
Condition
New
Weight
187g
Number of Pages
144
Place of Publication
Manchester, United Kingdom
ISBN
9780856464133
SKU
V9780856464133
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99-35
About Aldo Vianello
Aldo Vianello was born in 1937 in Pellestrina, a fishing village in the Venetian lagoon. He has continued to live and write in Venice, the inspiration for many of his poems, and has published nineteen books.Richard Burns (Berengarten) lived in Venice from 1964-6. He is the author of many books of poetry and lives in Cambridge.Peter Jay founded Anvil Press ... Read more
Reviews for Selected Poems
'I like the honesty of your poetry, which reflects a soul. I too love Venice, I wish you happiness.' - Ezra Pound, Letter to Aldo Vianello'Aldo Vianello's poetry is like pure water drunk at a spring from the hollow of your hand.' - Aldo Palazzeschi