ERODIADE. Online Journal

Dov'era l'ombra, or sé la quercia spande morta, né più coi turbini tenzona. La gente dice: Or vedo:era pur grande!   Pendono qua e là dalla corona i nidietti della primavera. Dice la gente: Or vedo:era pur buona!   Ognuno loda, ognuno taglia. A sera ognuno col suo grave fascio va. Nell'aria, un pianto… d'una capinera che cerca il nido che non troverà. Giovanni Pascoli's poem "The fallen oak" is a powerful reflection on the fleeting nature of life and the transience of our existence. The metaphorical language and style employed in the poem underscore this theme, creating a poignant and thought-provoking meditation on mortality. The opening lines of the poem, "Where was the shadow, now the oak spreads / dead, nor more with the whirlwinds fight," present a striking image of a once-mighty tree that has fallen and now lies lifeless. The oak, a symbol of strength and endurance, is now powerless against the forces of nature that once challenged it. The ...