Mother’s Day is coming! The second Sunday in May is recognized as Mother’s Day in Italy as well as in many other countries around the world (Mother’s Day) – Celebrating our amazing mothers day. Mother’s Day, celebrated today, is a relatively new holiday in Italy. The holiday and its celebrations began in the United States and slowly spread around the world after World War II.
To help you get into the mood to celebrate your dear mother, or to remind yourself of the beauty and importance of being a mother, here is a short list of Italian poems translated into English. Each poem is a tribute to the kindness a mother bestows upon her children, the sacrifices a mother makes to provide for her family, and the inner and outer beauty of all mothers, young and old.
We love you, all mothers in the world!
1. My mom made me
Gianni Rodari
misguided person
or more liars than devils
they say you were born
under the cabbage leaves.
others are evil
They said unabashedly:
you came into this world
on the stork.
if mom bought you
as some say
tell me: where is the store
Where children are sold.
Such news is
groundless,
your mother made you
You must be very happy.
misguided person
or more liars than devils
say you were born
under the cabbage leaves.
In its place other evils
claim without shame:
you came into this world
on the stork.
if mom bought you
like some pretend
tell me: where is the store
Where children are sold.
such knowledge is
no reason
your mother made you
You should be happy.
2. La Mamma
there is a country
mother is not young
And he already has a lot of hair
Grey: But his voice rings
A little girl who knows everything about her
Vibrant: footsteps, movements,
The look, the word.
Mom is not young anymore
and there are already many
White hair: but her voice is bright
Like a little girl, everything about her is clear and alive: her steps, her movements, her expressions, her words.
3. La Mamma
Roberto Piumini
two arms around me,
two kissing lips,
looking at me with two eyes,
and caressing hands
i smell good
I think it tastes good:
mom this is for me
and more:
Mom is a very lovely lady.
embrace my arms,
kissing lips,
Two eyes watching me,
and caressing hands
i smell good
I got a good taste:
mom this is for me
and more:
Mom is a very lovely lady.
4. The most beautiful words
Marino Moretti
Mother. There are no more beautiful words than this.
the first one you learn,
The first to be understood and loved.
first in a long list of words
Use it to answer the infinite,
love, terrible question
motherhood.
Even when we are old,
what will we call mom
older than us?
Mother.
no other name
Mother. There are no more beautiful words than this.
the first one you learn,
The first one you know and love.
The first in a long list of words is
Response infinite,
love, fear problem
motherhood.
Even when we grow old,
what will we call mom
older than us?
Mother.
No other name.
5. Maternity
there is a country
I heard, from the bottom of my heart, a small voice calling to me:
It’s you, unborn, asleep
wake me up?
O life, O new life! …my bowels are shaking
They start gasping that’s your kiss, your
tears
You are unknown – perhaps because of your excruciating pain
I feed you with my blood and shape your heart with my heart
my heart;
I also slowly stretch out my hands
caress,
I laugh, revel in life, dream of power and
beauty:
I love you my son and call you in the name of good
male,
Then the divine nature calls you into this world
immortal.
I think of how many women, in trembling moments
keep it up,
The devotee himself rises from the womb to the heart
hope! …
There is joy and trembling in their eyes
mystery
Open their breasts to new flesh and blood
idea;
Love’s urn, above men and cold
science,
Like on the altar, the subconscious gave them the seeds
strength.
The seed is holy: it is everything: power, light,
love:
blessed womb shall bear him
pain.
I heard, from the depths of my heart, a faint voice calling to me:
It was you, not yet born, who came in my sleep
wake me up?
O life, O new life! …my beating guts
They start gasping that’s your kiss, your
cry.
You are unknown. —maybe for you
desperate pain
I nourish you with my blood, I shape your
Follow your heart;
I also stretch out my hands, making
a slow caress,
I’m laughing, I’m drunk on life, I’m strong for my dreams
and beautiful:
I love you, I beg you, son, in my name
good and evil,
Then divine and immortal nature calls you
world.
I thought of so many women at that moment
anxiously advancing,
The same pious hope rises from the womb
Heart! …
They all saw joy in their eyes and
mysterious fear
open chest to newborn
body and mind;
lofty love and cold science,
like on the altar he gave her
Seed the power of the unconscious.
The seed is divine: it is everything: power,
light, love:
Blessed is the womb in labor.
