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Today we read Caro luogo, by Umberto Saba.
Two young lovers are looking for a place where they can “make one life out of two.” All the afternoon they wander around under the sun, surrounded by the noise and the comings and goings of adult, everyday life.
But then the night comes, the moon rises, and they find a quiet spot, where the only noise if that of crickets. And here the poem stops and the poet falls silent, presumably intent in better things than writing poetry.
Saba was an admirer of Tasso, and this poem might remind us of this sonnet of his.
The original:
By Italian PoetryToday we read Caro luogo, by Umberto Saba.
Two young lovers are looking for a place where they can “make one life out of two.” All the afternoon they wander around under the sun, surrounded by the noise and the comings and goings of adult, everyday life.
But then the night comes, the moon rises, and they find a quiet spot, where the only noise if that of crickets. And here the poem stops and the poet falls silent, presumably intent in better things than writing poetry.
Saba was an admirer of Tasso, and this poem might remind us of this sonnet of his.
The original: