{"id":99,"date":"2010-01-27T16:51:38","date_gmt":"2010-01-27T14:51:38","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/trentoblogcommunity.com\/unlibroalgiorno\/?p=99"},"modified":"2010-01-27T16:51:38","modified_gmt":"2010-01-27T14:51:38","slug":"umberto-saba-da-poesia-italiana-del-novecento","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.trentoblog.it\/mirnamoretti\/?p=99","title":{"rendered":"UMBERTO SABA, da Poesia italiana del Novecento"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a rel=\"attachment wp-att-102\" href=\"http:\/\/trentoblogcommunity.com\/unlibroalgiorno\/2010\/01\/27\/umberto-saba-da-poesia-italiana-del-novecento\/dscf1185\/\"><img loading=\"lazy\" class=\"alignright size-thumbnail wp-image-102\" src=\"http:\/\/trentoblogcommunity.com\/unlibroalgiorno\/files\/2010\/01\/DSCF1185-150x150.jpg\" alt=\"DSCF1185\" width=\"150\" height=\"150\" \/><\/a>Saba in ebraico significa pane; il nostro poeta, che in realt\u00c3\u00a0 si chiamava Poli, lo assunse per amore della madre ebrea, abbandonata dal marito.<\/p>\n<p>Oggi, 27 gennaio, \u00c2\u00a0ho ripensato a lui e alla sua poesia :<\/p>\n<p><strong><span style=\"text-decoration: 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Ho parlato a una capra:<img loading=\"lazy\" class=\"alignleft size-thumbnail wp-image-101\" src=\"http:\/\/trentoblogcommunity.com\/unlibroalgiorno\/files\/2010\/01\/scansione0005-150x150.jpg\" alt=\"scansione0005\" width=\"150\" height=\"150\" \/><\/strong><strong> <\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><strong>Era sola\u00c2\u00a0 sul prato, era legata.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><strong>Sazia d&#8217;erba, bagnata<\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><strong>dalla pioggia, belava.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><strong>Quell&#8217;uguale belato era fraterno<\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><strong>al mio dolore. Ed io risposi, prima<\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><strong>per celia, poi perch\u00c3\u00a8 il dolore \u00c3\u00a8 eterno,<\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><strong>ha una voce e non varia.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><strong>Questa voce sentiva<\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><strong>gemere in una capra solitaria.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><strong>In una capra dal viso semita<\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><strong>sentivo querelarsi ogni altro male,<\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><strong>ogni altra vita.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>\u00c2\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>\u00c2\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong><a rel=\"attachment wp-att-107\" href=\"http:\/\/trentoblogcommunity.com\/unlibroalgiorno\/2010\/01\/27\/umberto-saba-da-poesia-italiana-del-novecento\/saba\/\"><img loading=\"lazy\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-107\" src=\"http:\/\/trentoblogcommunity.com\/unlibroalgiorno\/files\/2010\/01\/saba.gif\" alt=\"saba\" width=\"211\" height=\"268\" \/><\/a><\/strong><\/p>\n<p>Saba usa parole semplici,\u00c2\u00a0 (troviamo la sua poetica nei versi &#8220;Amai trite parole&#8230;m&#8217;incant\u00c3\u00b2 la rima fiore amore&#8221;, ma\u00c2\u00a0ci\u00c3\u00b2 che\u00c2\u00a0scrive \u00c2\u00a0lo sentiamo\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0fortemente e immediatamente nel\u00c2\u00a0cuore,\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0e in questa poesia riusciamo a percepire sia il dolore del popolo ebraico perseguitato,\u00c2\u00a0sia il\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0dolore dell&#8217;umanit\u00c3\u00a0 intera.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;La capra dal viso semita&#8221; \u00c3\u00a8 un verso prevalentemente visivo e Sanguineti, che ha curato questa antologia, dice che probabilmente\u00c2\u00a0Saba non\u00c2\u00a0si riferisce coscientemente\u00c2\u00a0agli ebrei, ma si aggancia d&#8217;istinto ai pregiudizi iconografici sugli israeliti.<\/p>\n<p>Qualche altro critico pensa\u00c2\u00a0addirittura a un probabile conflitto con la cultura ebraica, sorto\u00c2\u00a0 a causa dell&#8217;austerit\u00c3\u00a0 e della severit\u00c3\u00a0 della madre. La mancanza del padre, la madre costrittiva dalla quale\u00c2\u00a0 vuole liberarsi spingono Saba a sottostare a un trattamento psicoanalitico\u00c2\u00a0dopo \u00c2\u00a0il quale forse sorge in lui\u00c2\u00a0il desiderio di distacco dalla cultura materna.<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"text-decoration: underline\">Mi piacerebbe leggere\u00c2\u00a0dai miei ex-alunni, che quest&#8217;anno sosterranno l&#8217;esame di maturit\u00c3\u00a0, cosa hanno imparato circa la poesia di Saba in generale<\/span>.<\/p>\n<p>Ripassiamo velocemente: il poeta nasce a Trieste nel 1883, frequenta le scuole commerciali senza conseguire il diploma (i poeti non hanno bisogno di diplomi o lauree!), s&#8217;imbarca come mozzo sulle navi, si stabilisce a Salerno dove si sposa, poi torna a Trieste e qui apre una libreria antiquaria, \u00c2\u00a0tuttora gestita da un gentile signore; durante la seconda guerra mondiale, costretto dalle leggi razziali, soggiorna a Parigi e a Roma, nascosto presso una famiglia amica.<\/p>\n<p>Nel 1951 gli viene conferita la laurea honoris causa. Muore nel 1957.<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"text-decoration: underline\">Che cosa ricordate di Saba? Le poesie dedicate a sua moglie Lina?\u00c2\u00a0 \u00c2\u00a0Ulisse?\u00c2\u00a0 \u00c2\u00a0O forse quella dedicata a quella bellissima citt\u00c3\u00a0 azzurra che \u00c3\u00a8 Trieste?<\/span><\/p>\n<p><strong>&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>Trieste ha una <\/strong><strong>scontrosa <\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>grazia. Se piace,<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>\u00c3\u00a8 come un ragazzaccio aspro e vorace,<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>con gli occhi azzurri e mani troppo grandi<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>per regalare un fiore:<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>come un amore<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>con gelosia.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;..<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>La mia citt\u00c3\u00a0 che in ogni parte \u00c3\u00a8 viva,<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>ha il cantuccio a me fatto, alla mia vita<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>pensosa e schiva.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong><br \/>\n<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>Gli alunni della mia ultima terza media, in gita scolastica a Trieste, l&#8217;hanno \u00c2\u00a0imparata a memoria.; erano cos\u00c3\u00ac orgogliosi di recitarla mentre\u00c2\u00a0 &#8220;salivamo l&#8217;erta&#8221; e vedevamo il &#8220;muricciolo&#8221; o la &#8220;sassosa cima&#8221;.<\/p>\n<p>Naturalmente abbiamo anche visto con sgomento il ghetto ebraico e la Risiera di San Sabba.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Saba in ebraico significa pane; il nostro poeta, che in realt\u00c3\u00a0 si chiamava Poli, lo assunse per amore della madre [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[18],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.trentoblog.it\/mirnamoretti\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/99"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.trentoblog.it\/mirnamoretti\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.trentoblog.it\/mirnamoretti\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.trentoblog.it\/mirnamoretti\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.trentoblog.it\/mirnamoretti\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=99"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/www.trentoblog.it\/mirnamoretti\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/99\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.trentoblog.it\/mirnamoretti\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=99"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.trentoblog.it\/mirnamoretti\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=99"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.trentoblog.it\/mirnamoretti\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=99"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}