#Italian Literature

[kusurrone]

Dante writing his Comedy

#dante alighieri #divine comedy #vergil #virgil #the divine comedy #dante #la divina commedia #beatrice #beatrice portinari #divina commedia #italian literature #medieval poetry #medieval literature

[machiavellli]

Some spicy Theodore Nott headcanons˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚

Notes: this was like driving: I don't have a driver license. Seriously like, you absolutely hyped me up for writing this and now I feel like I need to go touch some grass and drink some holy water.

Btw we shouldn't feel ashamed, like the first people ever to write in a language that is more similar to ours, literally wrote about about two nun fuck1ng him 108 times (yes that's what he says) in a week bc they thought he was mute. Like women in the 700 were DYING bc of novels, bc they couldn't never have enough of it and the majority developed a masturbat1on add1ction. We can't be worse, that's just humanity at its core: we are h0rny creatures.

⚠️: The blue parts are from a poem, from the author Giacomo da Lentini and it's called "Meravigliosamente" (| put a translation at the end, because it's ancient Italian and you can't translate it with a normal translator). It's one of my favorites poems ever, it's one the best incarnation of what love feels like. Yeah now the poets are cursing at me from above.

Warnings: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT! 18+!!Breeding k1nk, p in v, ora1 f receiving, pregnant! reader description, nak3d people in general (idk what to put, BUT YOU HAVE BEEN ADVISED). English is not my first language, therefore you could find some mistakes, please report them to me!

With all being said: enjoy<3

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Theodore Nott, your Italian Slytherin guy:

Theo loves to love as we already established.

He loves to give, he would let his blood dry for you.

Therefore he likes to take care of his dear ones, especially you, il suo tesoro.

I also already told you about how he will think about your future together, how he would love to have a proper family with you.

He just wants to have what his family wasn't capable of giving him.

So when the seventh year it's over, it also means that his only obstacle, the one that used to keep him away from his dream, is also over.

Something changes inside of him, un istinto primario prende il sopravvento. He knows that now it is actually possible.

«Meravigliosamente

un amor mi distringe

e soven ad ogn'ora.»

Maybe the first few months it wouldn't be so evident, he would probably keep it for himself.

He wouldn't like to put pressure on you, he couldn't.

But every time you get intimate, tutte le volte che fate l'amore, he can't help but think what it will feel like letting himself go completely.

Letting it happen.

Letting himself have a proper release.

Letting himself paint your inside white.

His warm finding the embrace of your core.

Planting a life, creating it with il suo tesoro, la sua diletta.

That's the ultimate dream e cazzo quanto lo vorrebbe.

«Com'omo che ten mente

in altro exemplo pinge

la simile pintura,

cosi, bella, facc'eo,

che’nfra lo core meo

porto la tua figura.»

But for now he still has to curse within himself, "cazzo, cazzo, cazzo.", imprisoning that release, that dream.

Simply wishing he could stay inside, saving every drop for you.

It's so hard for him to distract himself from the heavy daydreaming.

His mind as pregnant with thoughts as he wish you were.

You would just look so gorgeous round with his child.

And he would easily do everything under the sight of your new silhouette.

(As he wasn't already totally lost in this love, this passion per la sua bella)

This particular scene keeps repeating in his cursed mind:

You, full and completely bare before him sitting on your shared bed, nonchalantly putting cream on every inch of your skin after a shower.

He might be at the doorstep looking from afar or already on the bed

But it always ends with him interrupting you, taking your hands with devotion, already giving you passions with just his eyes, just for him to say: "dimmi quello che desideri e sarà tuo"

And he would literally do anything.

«Al cor m'ard'una doglia,

com'om che te lo foco

a lo suo seno ascoso,

e quanto più lo'nvoglia,

tanto arde più loco

e non po star incluso»

He would let you exploit his tongue in favor of your pleasure, savoring every drop coming from down there.

Growling just at your moist sight

And he would taste you like a starved man.

Over and over again.

On the bed,

On the Couch,

At the dinner table.

Sempre e ovunque.

Holding you still with one of his firm hands on your now round stomach.

Non è mai stato così facile inginocchiarsi e predicare da quando la sua religione, la sua donna angelo, sei diventata tu.

You look like a miracle to him.

And he would absolutely get lost in this strong trance filled with amore, passione e lussuria.

He would delicately lay your figure on the bed, like the most precious Greek statue of a goddess.

But the softness of your skin will make him realize that you are not a vision, but his blessed reality.

Your fullness getting in the way would quickly become the most delicious sight ever in his eyes.

His dead stare penetrating your soul along with his physical body.

He would tell you that his eyes look gone because he is convinced to be already dead and already in Paradise.

So lost in the haze, so convinced of the woman under him to be an angel.

And now, he is making her la madre dei suoi figli, sua moglie, la sua fiamma, da qui all'eternità.

Your legs, now afar from each other, looking like the most rare prophecy.

The softness of your skin feeling like the salvation from every sin.

Your swollen breast moving along his movements in you, rhythmically, like a fine melody.

And if by chance a single tear of your product falls from them, his eyes would shine like the sun during August.

He won't esitate to collect it with his mouth, tasting yet another one of your miracles. He wouldn't hold back the raw attitude taking over his mind, he simply couldn't.

«Assai v'aggio laudato,

madonna, in tutte parti

di bellezze ch'avete.»

When you two got together he thought he couldn't love you more, the same on your wedding day, but now he would simply let this love tear him apart he would still and always pray in your name.

In the morning he would wake you up gently, caressing you cheeks, watching as the eyes that caught his soul slowly open.

He would prepare breakfast for you, taking it directly in bed.

And every day will only be about you and you only.

Need a bath? Already prepped and warm amore.

You have swollen feet? A massage from him is mandatory.

Need to put the nursery together? Consider it done.

And don't get me started on the amount of stuff that he would buy for your unborn child.

He just wants to make sure everything will be ready for the big day.

But that's just a dream, playing tricks with his mind.

«Canzonetta novella,

va canta nova cosa;

lèvati da maitino

davanti a la più bella,

fiore d'ogn'amorosa,

bionda più ch'auro fino»

"Theo, darling, are you still here?" you ask him after two solid minutes of him staring at you, to the point that you were starting to feel suffocated by his gaze.

His pupils blown, and as his breathing increase, he finally snaps back from daydreaming.

But now, now it's been months of this agony, della sua mente completamente offuscata dal desiderio.

He just can't help himself anymore, he is a direct and honest person, he can't continue to keep this away from you.

And with the most serious expression known to mankind and his eyes firmly buried into yours, he doesn't hesitate anymore:
"Facciamo un figlio amore, facciamolo adesso, non ne posso più d'aspettare, non posso più nemmeno aspettare che er mondo faccia n'altro giro" he would tell you in one breath.

You kiss him delicately, "Allora non esitare, non aspettare che la luna fugga Mr.Nott"

"Ai suoi ordini Signora Nott"

"Ti amo tantissimo" the last thing he would tell you before finally letting himself completely go, completamente perso in questo amore, si che possa ammirare te, te sospirare e te amare, te soltanto.

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Okay so here's the translation of the poem, the canzonetta, which as I said it's called "Meravigliosamente", in English “Wonderfully":

My ask box is open!✨🥂

<- part II

-> part III?

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[flowerytale]

Elena Ferrante, from L'amica Geniale (My Brilliant Friend), translated from the Italian by Ann Goldstein

#elena ferrante #l'amica geniale #my brilliant friend #neapolitan novels #novel #lit #literature #italian literature #words #typo #typography #good #evil #*

[metamorphesque]

and the sound of silence wrapped me up in a cold embrace.

Chiarelli Lidia, "Ophelia"

#chiarelli lidia #poems #poetry #ophelia #translated literature #classic literature #literature #italian literature #quotes

[livyamel]

I did a genderbend Dante cosplay for Halloween lol

#dante alighieri #dante #cosplay #la divina commedia #divina commedia #literature #stereotypical literature major #italian #italian literature #italia #sillyposting #hehehe #medieval

[llovelymoonn]

jhumpa lahiri whereabouts

kofi

#jhumpa lahiri #whereabouts #quotes #fragments #italian lit #italian literature

[theoptia]

Salvatore Quasimodo, from “And Suddenly It’s Evening” tr. by Jack Bevan

Text ID: Each of us is alone on the heart of the earth / pierced by a ray of sun: / and suddenly it’s evening.

#salvatore quasimodo #and suddenly it's evening #poetry #italian literature #lit #miscellanea #poetry in translation

[illustration-alcove]

Auguste Leroux’s illustrations for Giacomo Casanova’s Story of My Life.

#auguste leroux #casanova #giacomo casanova #italian literature #story of my life

[life-imitates-art-far-more]

Frederic Leighton (1830-1896) "Cymon and Iphigenia" (1884) Oil on canvas Academicism Located in the Art Gallery of New South Wales, Sydney, New South Wales, Australia The painting is based on a story from Boccaccio's "Decameron," in which the well-born and handsome young Galesus was renamed Cymon - meaning beast - on account of his brutishness. One afternoon in May, Cymon chanced upon the sleeping Iphigenia, sensing at once that she was "the loveliest object that any mortal being had ever seen." Falling instantly in love, he became a lifelong devotee of beauty and philosophy.

#paintings #art #artwork #literary painting #italian literature #frederic leighton #oil on canvas #fine art #academicism #art gallery of new south wales #museum #art gallery #english artist #british artist #drapery #love at first sight #true love #love #aesthetic #aesthetics #beauty and the beast #1880s #late 1800s #late 19th century

[ed-francesca]

#dante #dante alighieri #divine comedy #italian literature #virgilio #beatrice portinari

[kusurrone]

imagine if Dante committed his afterlife journey of the comedy in a silly cat hat

#hes reading it to the cat #dante alighieri #divine comedy #the divine comedy #la divina commedia #divina commedia #la divina comedia #vergil #virgil #dante #virgil maron #beatrice #beatrice portinari #medieval poetry #medieval literature #medieval #italian literature

[amicus-noctis]

“And we came forth to contemplate the stars.” ― Dante Alighiere

#dante alighieri #the divine comedy #inferno #classical literature #classics #albert camus #classical poetry #classical quotes #quotes #literature #literary quotes #lit #italian literature #book quotes #words #quotations #book quote #booklr #books #books & libraries #bookblr #books and reading #reading #booklover #bookworm #writers on tumblr #writers of tumblr #writers #writers and poets #poem

[larmegliamori]

Defending Dante Alighieri online isn't enough, we need a gun

#whatever that self-defense amendment i'm applying it here #I can't keep losing neurons everytime i see stupidass takes on this webbed site #italy related stuff #italian literature #dante alighieri #la divina commedia

[girlboccaccio]

Italian literature tournament idea?

I have many things to do but still I want to fill the void of my existence, so a week ago I thought "why don't create a tumblr tournament between the authors from italian literature?".

For the names there are two simple option:

or I will chose the names from the literary canon

or I will open a google form when everyone, by a specified date, will insert the author names that will be put in the tounament.

both the three options combined: I will but the names already chosen under this post and after that open a google form if anyone else want to add some names. The more the merrier the longer = more violence between our favourite author from high school <3

The combination for the various challenges will be sorted randomly, I think I'll use a program/generator to do the job.

Idk if somebody else did the same thing for other literature, like the french or russian, but this idea could be used for various possibilities.

+ I think I'll add also playwrites, for me theatre and literature are different fields but a playwriter at the end of the road is still an author.

I also wanted to do the same thing for italian art, but is a field too wide and maybe in a future I could do it more by art schools/genres (best baroque artist/architect, best renaissance artist/architect etc).

#italian literature #italian history #tumblrita #dante alighieri #giacomo leopardi #giovanni boccaccio #divine comedy #luigi pirandello #italian theatre #tag a caso lessgoooo #angelo poliziano #marsilio ficino #elena ferrante #langblr

[virgin-martyr]

I wanted to sleep lying in the darkest depths of myself.

Elena Ferrante, excerpt from The Days of Abandonment (trans. by Ann Goldstein)

#elena ferrante #the days of abandonment #italian literature #favorite

[llovelymoonn]

jhumpa lahiri whereabouts: "in bed"

kofi

#whereabouts #quotes #fragment #italian lit #italian literature #on self #on life