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Today we read Il presepio, by Gabriele D’Annunzio.
Gabriele D’Annunzio is not usually the author you’d associate with simple little nursery rhymes about kids reciting religious stuff and getting candy from their grandma for Christmas.
One would instead link him with aestheticism, decadentism, First World War, daring airplane manouvers, Mussolini and, yes, weird sexual legends.
And yet here we are, reading precisely a cute little nursery rhyme.
It is an early composition, and I don’t claim it to be a masterpiece, but it doesn’t need to be. It’s Chrismas, after all, and it’s time to set up the nativity scene, like D’Annunzio loved to do for all his life.
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By Italian PoetryToday we read Il presepio, by Gabriele D’Annunzio.
Gabriele D’Annunzio is not usually the author you’d associate with simple little nursery rhymes about kids reciting religious stuff and getting candy from their grandma for Christmas.
One would instead link him with aestheticism, decadentism, First World War, daring airplane manouvers, Mussolini and, yes, weird sexual legends.
And yet here we are, reading precisely a cute little nursery rhyme.
It is an early composition, and I don’t claim it to be a masterpiece, but it doesn’t need to be. It’s Chrismas, after all, and it’s time to set up the nativity scene, like D’Annunzio loved to do for all his life.
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