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Giosuè Carducci

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Giosuè Alessandro Giuseppe Carducci (prononcé : [dʒozuˈɛ kkarˈduttʃi]) est un poète italien né à Valdicastello, un hameau de Pietrasanta, le 27 juillet 1835, et mort à Bologne le 16 février 1907. Il est le premier Italien à recevoir le prix Nobel de littérature, en 1906.

Il écrit ses premières pièces en vers à l'âge de 13 ans avant de devenir un écrivain qui influence profondément la vie intellectuelle de l'Italie du XIXe siècle.

Son œuvre la plus connue est Odes barbares, publiée en 1882.

En 1906, malade et faible, il ne peut se déplacer pour recevoir le prix Nobel. Il meurt l'année suivante.

Inno a Satana

L'Inno a Satana (1863), qui célèbre Satan en tant que symbole de la rébellion contre la vie et le progrès, précède le recueil Giambi ad Epodi. Cet hymne, quoiqu'étant de peu de valeur poétique, comme Carducci le reconnaîtra, reste toutefois un important document non seulement des idées de Carducci mais de tous les intellectuels italiens de l'époque. Le thème du poème, thème récurrent dans la littérature, est celle du progrès, représenté par la machine à vapeur.

Hymn to Satan - L'Inno a Satana (1863)

To you, creation’s

mighty principle,

matter and spirit

reason and sense

Whilst the wine

sparkles in cups

like the soul

in the eye

Whilst earth and

sun exchange

their smiles and

words of love

And shudders

from their secret embrace run down

from the mountains, and

the plain throbs with new life

To you my daring

verses are unleashed,

you I invoke, O Satan

monarch of the feast.

Put aside your sprinkler,

priest, and your litanies!

No, priest, Satan

does not retreat!

Behold! Rust

erodes the mystic

sword of Michael

and the faithful

Archangel, deplumed,

drops into the void.

The thunderbolt lies frozen

in Jove’s hand

Like pale meteors,

spent worlds,

the angels drop

from the firmament

In unsleeping

matter,

king of phenomena,

monarch of form,

Satan alone lives.

He holds sway in

the tremulous flash

of some dark eye,

Or the eye which languidly

turns and resists,

or which, bright and moist,

provokes, insists.

He shines in the bright

blood of grapes,

by which transient

joy persists,

Which restores fleeting

life, keeps

grief at bay,

and inspires us with love

You breathe, O Satan

in my verses,

when from my heart explodes

a challenge to the god

Of wicked pontiffs,

bloody kings;

and like lightning you

shock men’s minds.

Sculpture, painting

and poetry

first lived for you, Ahriman,

Adonis and Astarte,

When Venus

Anadyomene

blessed the

clear Ionian skies

For you the trees of

Lebannon shook,

resurrected lover

of the holy Cyprian:

For you wild dances were done

and choruses swelled

for you virgins offered

their spotless love,

Amongst the perfumed

palms of Idumea

where the Cyprian

seas foam.

To what avail did

the barbarous Christian

fury of agape,

in obscene ritual,

With holy torch

burn down your temples,

scattering their

Greek statuary?

You, a refugee,

the mindful people

welcomed into their homes

amongst their household gods

Thereafter filling the throbbing

female heart

with your fervor

as both god and lover

You inspired the witch,

pallid from endless enquiry,

to succor

suffering nature

You, to the intent gaze

of the alchemist,

and to the skeptical eye

of the sorcerer,

You revealed bright

new heavens

beyond the confines

of the drowsy cloister.

Fleeing from material

things, where you reside,

the dreary monk took refuge

in the Theban desert.

To you O soul

with your sprig severed,

Satan is benign:

he gives you your Heloise.

You mortify yourself to no purpose,

in your rough sackcloth:

Satan still murmurs to you

lines from Maro and Flaccus

Amidst the dirge

and wailing of the Psalms;

and he brings to your side

the divine shapes,

Roseate amidst that

horrid black crowd,

of Lycoris

and Glycera

But other shapes

from a more glorious age

fitfully fill

the sleepless cell.

Satan, from pages

in Livy, conjures fervent

tribunes, consuls,

restless throngs;

And he thrusts you,

O monk, with your memories

of Italy’s proud past

upon the Capitol.

And you whom the raging

pyre could not destroy,

voices of destiny,

Wycliffe and Huss,

You lift to the winds

your waning cry:

‘The new age is dawning,

the time has come’.

And already mitres

and crowns tremble:

from the cloister

rebellion rumbles

Preaching defiance

in the voice of the

cassocked Girolamo

Savonarola

As Martin Luther

threw off his monkish robes,

so throw off your shackles,

O mind of man,

And crowned with flame,

shoot lightning and thunder;

Matter, arise;

Satan has won.

Both beautiful and awful

a monster is unleashed

it scours the oceans

is scours the land

Glittering and belching smoke

like a volcano,

it conquers the hills

it devours the plains.

It flies over chasms,

then burrows

into unknown caverns

along deepest paths;

To re-emerge, unconquerable

from shore to shore

it bellows out

like a whirlwind,

Like a whirlwind

it spews its breath:

‘It is Satan, you peoples,

Great Satan passes by’.

He passes by, bringing blessing

from place to place,

upon his unstoppable

chariot of fire

Hail, O Satan

O rebellion,

O you avenging force

of human reason!

Let holy incense

and prayers rise to you!

You have utterly vanquished

the Jehova of the Priests.

Giosue Carducci

Voir aussi

• Freimaurerische Dichtung Giosué Carducci, Literatur 1906 (wurde 1862 Mitglied der Loge „Galvani“, Mitbegründer der Loge „Felsinea“ in Bologna, später affiliiert in der Loge „Propaganda Massonica“ in Rom)
• Rezension: Heinz Sichrovsky (Hg.) – Als ich König war und Maurer Natürlich werden mit Beiträgen etwa von Giosuè Carducci oder Kurt Tucholsky auch die Gefilde fortschrittlicher Politik gestreift. Immerhin wird von Ersterem das Wirken Luzifers als segensreich eingestuft.
• It: Grande Oriente d'Italia
• En: Masonic Noble Prize Winners Giosue Carducci (1835-1907): 1906 Nobel Prize for Literature. Brother Giosue was Initiated in Lodge Felsinia Bologna in 1862. He joined Propaganda Masonica Lodge Rome. There are at least four Giosue Carduccia Lodges named in his honour, Nos 103 and 853 Bologna, No 686 Florence and No 820 Follonica.

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