is December! The month of Christmas.
How much rain, wind, cold in recent days.
I think it full of charm to open this month with a great poet, a poem about Christmas and the warmth of a hearth.
(Antonio Ragone, from "The Passion of the Apostles" Akkuaria Edition - 2008)
"The poems of the collection ungarettiana" Joy of Shipwrecks, "which appeared in 1919 and became, in 1931," The Joy ", is the discovery that all wear off, it's not sinking , since the joy a fugitive moment, hence, the knowledge that happiness can only dwell in the moment, and only love, hidden in "the four somersaults smoke of the fire" may extend a moment of inner peace , found December 26, 1916 during a license Ungaretti spent in a friend's house in Naples, is a respite from the war, when the man torn by grief over the death of comrades found refuge in the "good heat", as opposed to the confusion of the streets.
CHRISTMAS
"I do not want
to dive
in a ball
road
I'm so tired
shoulders
Let so
as a
what
placed
a
corner
and forgotten
Here
not feel
other
the heat good
'm
with the four
somersaults
smoke
hearth
Naples, December 26, 1916
(Giuseppe Ungaretti) "
Paraphrase:
It's Christmas, it's cold in the streets and confusion, the poet does not want to immerse themselves in the intertwining, like ball, the city streets and disorder of the crowd, remarkably strong over the Christmas period. It only has the desire to be alone, to be forgotten by all, as a "thing to rest" in a corner of the room. The poet is tired, not so much physical fatigue, the weariness of the soul, and feels a strong desire to be alone, far away from the world altogether. In the corner by the fireside he feels the warmth of the flame that warms his body, but above all his heart. It only remains calm and to follow with the imagination the smoke rings, like somersaults, which rise from burning logs in the warm coziness of home, without noises, listening to secret voice of the soul, leaving a tired, to find peace. (Antonio Ragone)
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