A Cloud in Love
A Cloud in Love is one of the best-known tales by the Turkish poet Nâzım Hikmet. It draws on memories of his childhood, when his grandmother told him old stories, and on his passionate reading of the folklore of his native country. The collection containing the tale, written in the mid-1950s, retains its remarkable beauty and clarity. Hikmet writes of beautiful young girls, comical farmers, wicked wizards and resourceful boys with a simplicity that captivates the reader while preserving the evocative power of his finest love poetry.
In A Cloud in Love, as in the other tales, poetry takes on the forms of ancient traditions. Its language and images acquire a veil of fantasy, sometimes nostalgic, sometimes ironic, inviting the reader to dream and travel through unfamiliar worlds. Brilliant colours warm the landscape and illuminate the faces and expressions of strong, determined characters. The sky, gardens, animals and the beautiful Aiscé are central to this tale, in which events follow a clear and reassuring order of values and actions. Pure feelings overcome greedy, destructive desires; goodness prevails through moderation and wisdom. Page by page, a story written for children reveals its appeal to adults as well.
Text by Oderigi Lusi.
Synopsis
Once upon a time there was a beautiful young girl named Aiscé. She had long golden hair, a face like the moon and a gentle nature. She lived in an enchanted garden in the Land of the Flute, where the most beautiful flowers in the world bloomed. One day, Seifì the Black, an evil man who owned the entire land except for this small flowering plot, came to the garden gates to force Aiscé to sell him her magical ground, where rare, fragrant flowers grew.
Aiscé firmly rejected his arrogant offer. From that moment, Seifì began to threaten her garden with every kind of calamity, assisted by a thistle transformed into a snake. Who would save the garden from his fury? Who would help Aiscé? A cloud in love, together with the Dove and the Leveret: characters born, like Seifì, Aiscé and the Land of the Flute itself, from the sound of a Dervish’s magical flute. The music rises from the old sage’s instrument, and the story begins.
The Cloud in Love and His Good Spirits
Text by Giampiero Bellingeri.
Nâzım Hikmet (Thessaloniki, 1902–Moscow, 1963) is a leading figure in modern Turkish poetry. His powerful lyrical voice exposes the injustices committed by those in power, in Turkey and throughout the world. Despite his descent from a family of pashas, governors and notables, his political commitments brought persecution and repeated imprisonment, including the long period from 1938 to 1950. Love and struggle run through all his poetry and prose—poetic collections, epics, plays, novels, critical essays and studies of folk traditions—from his earliest verses onwards. These impulses, transformed into art, are so pervasive that his writing can be understood as a sustained struggle for love: against war and oppression, for peace and affection, and for the deepest and most dramatic expression of human feeling. It carries an intense moral awareness, felt even as physical suffering, concerning art, work, coexistence and existence itself.
To avoid another sentence in his homeland, where his works were banned and he had been officially branded a traitor before his eventual rehabilitation early in this century, Hikmet lived in exile in Moscow from 1951 until his death. From the mid-1950s, in a Soviet capital that both welcomed and constrained him, he reread, rediscovered and reworked the fairy tales of his native land, as though bringing his country closer. Folklorists led by P. N. Boratav were systematically collecting these stories at the time. For Hikmet, every form of literature had its roots and its destination in the fairy tale. He regarded it as the literary genre closest to poetry, through its rhythms, patterns, imagery and brilliant inventions.
In the tale of the Cloud (1962), a fresh world flows from the holes of a flute, carried by the breath of the Dervish, a strange and wise figure detached from worldly possessions. The written narrative provides a brief, animated framework. Hikmet pays homage to humanity’s oldest traditions, in which a divine breath brings the world to life and gives creatures bodies filled with vital air. The expressive tension of the Italian translation likewise seeks to convey the energy and dramatic power of creation, opening the story to pictorial, theatrical and musical interpretations. Love, suffering and struggle unfold through the Cloud’s endless transformations. Perhaps Vladimir Mayakovsky, the Russian Futurist, was pursuing a related wish for lightness and gentleness, free from masculine coarseness, when he wrote in his celebrated poem: “I will be your Cloud in trousers…”
Here we encounter a desire to tell of renewed creation: of all that repeatedly rises into the air through the breath of life, which fills us, perhaps passing through darkness as it passes through the sections of the flute. The pipe laments its separation from its source, yet it is also the magical instrument that releases sound and calls humanity to reunion. The Cloud sacrifices his life and his very identity. In each transformation, he pours out his spirit and distils his essence through his love for Aiscé. His sacrifice becomes necessary to revive the world, so that the Land of the Flute may become a paradise.
The barrenness of the earth, both outward and inward, had already caused the poet anguish during his travels through Anatolia. He described it in verses published in 1930:
“Bare feet… That is how we travelled through that land! We listened to the sound of stony fields in the watery eyes of old oxen. We saw that the earth yielded no golden ears of grain to black ploughs. We did not travel as in a dream. No, we reached one rubbish heap after another. That is how we travelled through that land. We know what that land longs for. This longing is fashioned like the materialist’s mind…”
On this journey through his country, the young Hikmet felt an ancient unease that would later become a struggle against suffering. He carried it along the subtle, fleeting yet painful path towards redemption: the restoration to the world’s people of a good land capable of yielding golden grain. A garden brought back to life becomes the ground for an artistic recreation, released by a magical pipe:
“Why are you crying, Cloud?” the white dove asked. “Is it because of your pain?”
“No, I am not crying for my own pain, but for Aiscé, whom I love so dearly. I am crying because I shall be separated from her,” the Cloud replied.
Then heavy rain began to pour from him, like water from a glass. In the garden, the flowers raised their little heads, breathed again and recovered their colours. Aiscé dried her tears and pleaded with the sky:
“My little Cloud… I do not want you to die… Please do not die!”
“(…) Soon the Cloud reappeared in the blue sky. As he regained his shape, he looked down at Aiscé and the garden, became a great, generous mouth and smiled. Thus, in the Land of the Flute, the good were rewarded and the wicked punished…”
In these moments of resolution, in the fairy tale’s radiant sense of eternity, we are drawn to the breath itself. We are inspired by the primordial music imagined by Hikmet, played by the Dervish and reworked by Oderigi Lusi.
Original English translation by Fabiana Binarelli; English wording revised.
Recording Credits
Orchestra: Orchestra Filarmonica Campana
Conductor: Giulio Marazia
Live recording: 30 August 2013, Circolo Unione, Pagani, Italy
Sound engineering, mixing and editing: Gianni La Marca (Baryton)
Cover artwork: Oderigi Lusi, Il Nuvolo, oil on canvas, 2017
Production, design and art direction: OMK–Da Vinci
Printed with the support of S.P.L.M.
Orchestral Personnel
First violins: Giancosimo Smaldone (concertmaster), Ledia Nikolla, Alessia Avagliano, Gaia Arpino, Elena Nunziante, Federico Fabbricatore, Giusy Adiletta, Ilaria Ferrigno
Second violins: Pasquale Murino, Giovanni Rago, Carmela Persico, Andrea Montella, Erica Moffa, Carmine Pennino
Violas: Giulio Piccolo, Pierpaolo Petti, Francesca Scognamiglio, Domenica Centanni
Cellos: Alexandre Petrie Drummond, Sharon Viola, Maria Petrillo, Luana Lombardi
Double basses: Raffaele Sgammato, Luigi Castiello
Harp: Stella Gifuni
Flute: Maria Aiello
Oboe and English horn: Manfredo D’Alessandro
Clarinets: Giovanni Liguori, Giovanni Napolitano
Bass clarinet: Vincenzo Cuomo
Bassoon: Francesco Ausiello
Horns: Antonio Proto, Vincenzo Musone, Giorgio Cardiello
Trumpet: Valerij Ischenko
Trombone: Francesco Fierro
Tuba: Rosario Tramontano
Percussion: Egidio Napolitano, Giorgio Durantino, Pasquale Benincasa, Gabriele Borrelli
Oud: Carmine Terracciano
Guitar: Antonio Saturno