Twilight In Italy E-Book

D H Lawrence

• Herausgeber: Youcanprint
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2017

Beschreibung

Twilight In Italy by D.H.Lawrence - First Published In 1916 and written at the height of D.H. Lawrence's creative energies, is composed of seven short pieces that are filled with the humor and lively sensory images for which he is known.

Leseprobe

TABLE OF CONTENTS

TABLE OF CONTENTS

THE CRUCIFIX ACROSS THE MOUNTAINS

ON THE LAGO DI GARDA

1. THE SPINNER AND THE MONKS

2. THE LEMON GARDENS

3. THE THEATRE

4. SAN GAUDENZIO

5. THE DANCE

6. IL DURO

7. JOHN

ITALIANS IN EXILE

THE RETURN JOURNEY

Twilight in Italy

by

D. H. Lawrence

1916

© David De Angelis 2017 [all right reserved]

THE CRUCIFIX ACROSS THE MOUNTAINS

The imperial road to Italy goes from Munich across the Tyrol, through Innsbruck and Bozen to Verona, over the mountains. Here the great processions passed as the emperors went South, or came home again from rosy Italy to their own Germany.

And how much has that old imperial vanity clung to the German soul? Did not the German kings inherit the empire of bygone Rome? It was not a very real empire, perhaps, but the sound was high and splendid.

Maybe a certain Grössenwahn is inherent in the German nature. If only nations would realize that they have certain natural characteristics, if only they could understand and agree to each other's particular nature, how much simpler it would all be.

The imperial procession no longer crosses the mountains, going South. That is almost forgotten, the road has almost passed out of mind. But still it is there, and its signs are standing.

The crucifixes are there, not mere attributes of the road, yet still having something to do with it. The imperial processions, blessed by the Pope and accompanied by the great bishops, must have planted the holy idol like a new plant among the mountains, there where it multiplied and grew according to the soil, and the race that received it.

As one goes among the Bavarian uplands and foothills, soon one realizes here is another land, a strange religion. It is a strange country, remote, out of contact. Perhaps it belongs to the forgotten, imperial processions.

Coming along the clear, open roads that lead to the mountains, one scarcely notices the crucifixes and the shrines. Perhaps one's interest is dead. The crucifix itself is nothing, a factory-made piece of sentimentalism. The soul ignores it.

But gradually, one after another looming shadowily under their hoods, the crucifixes seem to create a new atmosphere over the whole of the countryside, a darkness, a weight in the air that is so unnaturally bright and rare with the reflection from the snows above, a darkness hovering just over the earth. So rare and unearthly the light is, from the mountains, full of strange radiance. Then every now and again recurs the crucifix, at the turning of an open, grassy road, holding a shadow and a mystery under its pointed hood.