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Dante Alig'yri
SONETI
Dante Alig'yri
(1265–1321)
BALADA
Іdi, balado, іdnaydi Kohannya
At the same time with him, like the spirit of my fellow citizens,
Before my bottom moan,
I didn’t see my bad luck!
Your words are tailored and simple,
Tom goes everywhere
Without partnership, you could have, that all
Your guide on this path
Nehay Kohannya bude -
You know you have no more help,
Bo is the one to whom you will bear the charity,
Bid me was seen by my soul;
Yakbi herself stood before her,
You won’t tell your words.
Promote her sweetly,
Having roused the heart of the chule,
It’s a pity to call himself in him to replace the image:
“Bless the one who is less glorious,
Schob vi yogo zbagnuli ...
For a new one I want to ask you;
Yogo well kohannya zmushuє more than once
Go on faces, fall into litter,
Incline in front of your vision,
Ale the soul of yogi, give it to you. "
Say it like this: “Win \u200b\u200bbecame blessed,
You have been kindly mocked.
The first is the soul of yogo mіtsna,
І misleiu win skinny
Servants for you! "In Kokhannya vichnogo, I know the truth,
Come on about all the razvіdaє won,
I do not believe in the word this door,
Don't let me call me to die -
I will say goodbye to life
I to Kohann and the beasts of the word -
Get out with you
Vidmovu supokiyno zustricha.
Say: “I bless you, I’m happy:
Do not enter into a prayer
Search for your servant! "
If you are forgiving me, -
Hai to fly to me is glad!
Virushay on the road, my balado,
Let's go to the radio news!
SONETI
1
Benefit of the guinea in the womb of darkness,
I’ll become yak bilya, the dawn is clear!
Love speech, and the word te suvore:
"Tikay vid ney, bo zaginesh ty!"
Shukayut angry fingers support,
I will expose the barvi without knowing it:
I fell to the cold plate,
That stone is like a volaє: “Woe! Woe! "
Carry that, yak rubbish, vichny sin,
Who stretched out my hands
І stand me up,
If I fall on the pinnacle,
Move on swords, if there is no sound
We threw them to our eyes, scho the death of death!
2
Volodarka my heart is sweet -
Slipucha, sleepy song;
She beaten her to death
Raise your eyes, open your mouth.
Your eyes were enlightened by kindness,
The submission of the merciful pitched the camp.
Vona stupaє so, nemov is holy,
I have learned about the strength of ours.
To marvel at her is grace!
And hto not knowing the almighty nature,
Happiness can’t recognize glybin.
From її, mow plowing spring,
Let the spirit of love, scho badly
Pour in the heart and command: "Zitkhni!"
3
How to charcoal my panna in my groni, -
To shake off a pure ideal.
Praise praise to God,
If I’m gazing at her, I’ll look at her.
Vona rozbujuє sorrow shanu,
Feel the highs of the holy chant;
Zarozumіlostі loud shawl
In obedience I will overturn Rahmann.
Oh, glory is not needed!
Moving to the city, affection and affection
Everyone is rewarded for their humility.
Blessed nominated th day
Paint! With the heart is the spirit її spirit,
Be sure you know about Kohann.
4
Revealed the bezmіr nіzhnostі turboti
Exposing your lag
In that mite, yak vi beat me,
Chorny form of grief and sorrow.
I am intelligent, well, free from garbage,
Throw your heart tight in my heart.
Crying appears when the citizenry is awake,
I didn’t get over it.
I’m going to take over from you,
Wee didn’t bother my country,
Didn't know my gibini uraz.
“Summum to the soul, - I move, - until the end
From the bottom of the sea Kohannya,
Through the yake, I cry once, once! "
5
Kohannya kolir, verses by the journalist,
І mercy rice charivni
Tidying up your appearance at the wise tajiny,
Yak vi kicked in front of him
My quiet glance, burning with tears,
The mouth of the baiduzh, squeezed by confusion.
Wee donna have guessed what me
I felt the beauty of my heart, my mind.
I can't bring you in with my eyes,
I don’t know who I am,
Yak splakuvati in hopelessness.
Ridati strength to give me your spirit,
And listen - tse spite all spirits,
That in front of you I will not smith a poster.
6
You, my eyes, shed rika
Girkoy tightness, sorrowful supplication.
Before the manifestation of your life
All were lowered at the whiplash.
Now they've forgotten about everything, yakbi
At zradi I have joke for myself,
І donnі tіy, wіdіdіyla navіki,
Not remembering vichnoy praise.
All that is bliss for you is undistinguished,
For me - grief, darkness, bottomlessness.
I'm afraid for you in front of donnie's eyes.
Її nіde y nіkoli are not guilty
Zabuti vi - hiba scho in the house, -
So move my heart і zіtkhaє.
7
In my soul there is a secret skhov
Laskava Dumka has stayed with you.
Vaughn filled my heart with sadness
Licorice words about love.
The soul feeds the heart: "For strength
Our rose is amazing to the basics,
Vtishak boli and turn of knowledge
Yomu zhadan і mriy cannі krila ?! "
And in the heart - їy: "Conceived by the soul,
Suddenly come the new spirit of Kohann,
We cherish youth.
Win tiy zavdyachuє his life,
Our skargi, sick countrymen
I got it in sp_vchuttya porrivi! "
8
Oh woe! Before the power of zithannya,
In the heart of my life,
The quiet eyes and steel grieved
Hate greedy greed.
The stench of living at the same pragmatic -
Tears to show the compassion of the citizen.
Vinok tortur on them is the treasure of Kohannya,
І light sleeps fog up on him.
It's a pity from the heart, from the heart in a new tone,
І spov chorna impenetrable
Kokhannya, I’m in pain.
Ale most of those thoughts hurt,
De shovane im'ya my donnie,
She went beyond the grave seal.
Through the pages of lyrics
Dante, Petrarch, Shakespeare.
Literary evening
And the heart burns again and loves because
That it cannot but love.
Goal: Acquainted with the life and work of great poets
Renaissance: Dante, Petrarch and Shakespeare, Meditate
Above the eternal theme: Love.
What is love when it starts or dies?
Instill a love of beauty, cultivate a sense of respect
To others, develop skills to listen, perceive and do
Conclusions. Train expressive reading skills and abilities
Poetic texts.
Equipment: turntable, tape recorder, pupils' drawings -
Medieval women, portraits of Dante, Petrarch and Shakespeare,
Drawn by students; (recording by A. Pugachev "Sonnet No. 40",
E. Marikone, D. Last "Lonely Shepherd")
Love, were you born from suffering?
From admiration? ... But from the day of creation
Everybody's hungry for your touch
Unable to take the begging eyes off!
Turning stones of torment us again and again
Everyone is compelled by your power and bliss ...
So who are you and what are you, Love?
What are you from - from the Sun? Or out of the snow?
Our literary evening is dedicated to meditating on the eternal question of life - what is Love? Is it possible to unambiguously answer this question? Probably not. After all, we all have it different, unlike the love of other people and very multifaceted. And even more so, it is impossible to answer the question of when and how Love is born or dies. So why is everyone so obsessed with her? Indeed, sometimes it brings suffering and bitterness of disappointment, and just sadness. What's the secret?
It is difficult to answer these questions, so I propose to turn to those who sang love all their lives ... Maybe their life and their work will help us ...
In literature lessons, we met with the author of the "Divine Comedy", the first poet of the Renaissance - Dante Alighieri.
“Childhood dreams add flavor to all life,” Romain Rolland once said. Dante's childhood dream was the girl Beatrice, the daughter of the Florentine Folco Portinari. The first time he saw her when Beatrice was 8 years old, and he was 9. The second meeting took place after 9 years. 18-year-old Beatrice looked at the lover, smiled and bowed to him. On this day, Dante wrote his first sonnet:
* * *
Her eyes spread light
Living nobility, and everywhere
Whatever you take - like a miracle with them,
To which there are no other names.
I will see them and tremble in response,
And I promise: “I won't
Look at them "- but I will soon forget
And your heart's fear, and that vow.
And here again I blame the guilty
My eyes and I hurry there,
Where, blinded, I'll close them again
Where fearfully melts without a trace
Desire that serves as their counselor.
Amur shouldn't know what's wrong with me?
* * *
So noble, so pure,
When you greet me when you meet,
That the gaze does not rise to answer
And the dumbness bounds his lips.
Exciting delights for a reason,
Dressed with happy serenity
She walks - and it seems that it
Wonderful dream, heavenly dream.
You will see - and, as if through the door,
Sweetness passes through the eyes to the heart,
With tested feelings is true.
And the spirit of love - or is it just imagining?
From her mouth flows languidly
And he says to the soul: "Breathe your soul."
Dante's last meeting with Beatrice is at the tomb of his beloved. But with the death of Beatrice, love for her does not die. She lives in sonnets, in the Divine Comedy, in Dante's soul ...
On July 20, 1304, in the family of the notary Pietro Di Parenso, or, as he was often called Petraccolo or Petrarch, a son was born, who was named Francesco. The boy was growing up and his father wanted Franchik to follow the family path. In his plans, he already saw his son as a lawyer. But the young man had no soul for jurisprudence. Francesco gave his preferences to literature.
It was literature that helped the young man express the range of feelings that were born on April 6, 1327. On this day, in the church of St. Clara, Petrarch saw a beautiful young woman who, at first sight, won his heart. He named her Laura. And in his sonnets he sang his love for her.
* * *
And the sun in cloudless weather
Not so perfect (I'm used to it!)
And a rainbow, different every moment,
Not so bright in the clear sky,
As on the day that put the limit to freedom,
The sweet face was bright and beautiful,
Before which my tongue is poor
Not knowing worthy words in everyday life.
Inspired love by her adorable gaze
And I'm my Senuccio, ever since
I have never seen a glance clearer on the ground.
She clutched a formidable bow in her hand-
And my life has been in the balance since then.
And I would be glad to return this day.
“That spring in his life was 23, in hers - 20. And if he possessed all the beauty inherent in young years, an ardent heart and nobility of blood, then her youthful beauty could be considered heavenly. Blessed one who saw her during her lifetime. She walked with her ebony-black eyelashes lowered. When she raised them, her sun gaze struck him forever. "
About his love, carefully carried through all his life, love high and pure, which knew hope and despair. Petrarch recounted in his sonnets. A heart full of love for Laura is sensitive to everything that is connected with her. Therefore, every corner is dear where he saw her or painted in his imagination:
She sang here, sat here, passed here,
Turned here, stopped here,
Here she attracted prisoners with her beautiful eyes ...
* * *
Blessed is the day, month, summer, hour
And the moment when my gaze met those eyes!
Blessed is that land, and that one is bright,
Where I became a prisoner of beautiful eyes!
Blessed is the pain that the first time
I felt when I didn't notice
How deeply pierced by an arrow that methyl
God is in my heart, secretly, smashing us!
Blessed are the complaints and groans
With what I announced the dream of the oak groves,
Echoing the name of Madonna!
Blessed are you that so many words
They acquired her, melodious canzones, -
Doom gold about her, united, alloy!
In the plague 1341. Laura died on April 6. She died on the day of the first meeting 21 years later. This news shocked the poet. But love for Laura, for this ideal of an earthly woman does not die. He dedicated to her "Canzonera" ("Book of Songs")
* * *
You look at me from the dark
My nights, coming from a distant distance.
Your eyes have become even more beautiful
Death did not distort your features.
How happy I am that you brighten up
My long century full of sorrow!
Who do I see next to? Isn't it you
In the radiance of imperishable beauty.
Where once songs were a tribute
My love, where I cry, grieving,
Despair on the brink, no - beyond?
But you come - and the end of suffering:
I can tell you by the steps
By the sound of speech, the face, the dress.
For Dante Beatrice - a symbol of love.
For Petrarch, Laura is the perfection of female beauty.
Shakespeare is original in singing his beloved, she is, first of all, an earthly woman:
* * *
Her eyes don't look like stars
You can't call your mouth corals,
Shoulder open skin is not snow-white,
And a strand is twisted with black wire.
With a damask rose, scarlet or white,
The shade of these cheeks cannot be compared.
And the body smells like the body smells
Not like violets a delicate petal.
You will not find perfect lines in it,
A special light on the forehead.
I don't know how the goddesses walk
But sweetheart steps on the ground.
And yet she will hardly yield to those
Whom they slandered in comparisons lush.
* * *
"I hate" are the words
That from her lovely lips the other day
Lost in anger. But hardly
She saw my fear
How she held her tongue
Which I have until now
Whispered first caress, then reproach,
Not a cruel sentence.
"I hate" - subdued,
The mouth spoke, but the look
Already replaced anger with mercy,
And the night rushed from heaven to hell.
"I hate" - but immediately
The coryphaeus of English romanticism William Wordsworth called the sonnets "the key with which Shakespeare opened his heart."
* * *
Love is a disease. My soul is sick
An agonizing, indefatigable thirst.
She demands the same poison,
Who poisoned her once.
My mind is a doctor my love healed
She rejected herbs and roots.
And the poor doctor was exhausted
And leaving us, I lost my patience.
From now on, my ailment is incurable.
The soul finds no peace in anything
Abandoned by my mind
And feelings and words wander at will.
And for a long time to me, devoid of mind
Hell seemed like heaven, and darkness seemed like light!
Who are the characters in Shakespeare's sonnets? This is a poet, his friend and "dark lady".
Shakespeare's sonnets, like two clouds in a river, reflect an unusually strong friendship and an unusually strong love. But during the Renaissance, it was customary to consider friendship above love. Therefore, most of Shakespeare's sonnets are devoted to the friend and the topic of friendship. Friendship has all the fullness of love experiences: the joy of a date, and the bitterness of separation, and the pangs of jealousy. The very language of friendly explanations was at that time identical to the language of amorous madrigals. Renaissance people tended to be ecstatic. But in the sonnets there appears a "dark lady", who instills discord between the poet and the friend. The poet passionately loves her and at the same time laments her for the same suffering that she causes him and her friend ...
* * *
Half the trouble that you own her
But to be aware and to see that she
Owns you, it hurts me twice.
The loss of your love is terrible for me.
I myself came up with an excuse for you:
Loving me, you loved her, and dear
Gives you a date
For the fact that you are infinitely dear to me.
And if I need to lose, -
I give my losses to you
Her love was found by my friend alone,
Beloved has found your love.
But if my friend and I are the same
Then I, as before, are dear to her ...
* * *
Interfere with the union of two hearts
I don't intend to. Can treason
To put an end to immense love?
Love does not know loss and decay.
Love is a beacon raised over the storm
Not fading in darkness and fog.
Love is the star that the sailor
Determines the location in the ocean.
Love is not a child's doll in hands
By the time that erases roses
On fiery lips and lips
And threats are not terrible to her at the time.
And if I'm wrong and my verse is lying, -
Then there is no love and no poetry of mine!
Shakespeare has access to stunning contrasts of life, a combination of sublime and base, ugly and beautiful, funny and majestic, rough booth and tragedy of rock.
* * *
If you stop loving, so now,
Now that the whole world is at odds with you.
Be the most bitter of my losses
But not the last straw of grief!
(Recorded by A. Pugacheva "Sonnet No. 40")
She keeps Love in her eyes;
Blessed is everything she looks at;
She goes - everyone hastens to her;
If he greets, his heart will tremble.
So, all confused, he will bow down his face
And sighs about his sinfulness.
Arrogance and anger melt before her.
O Donna, who won't praise her?
All the sweetness and all the humility of thoughts
Knows the one who hears her word.
Blessed is the one destined to meet with her.
The way she smiles
Does not utter speech and does not remember the mind:
So this miracle is blissful and new.
In your eyes, there is Nes Kohannya, -
Whom you look at, osslivit to impress;
Yak here іde, everyone can follow her,
Three heart from the heart of the day.
Vіn blіdne, nikne, many zithannya,
Self-contained self-consciousness.
The pride of the nniv on her get bizhit.
Oh donnie, how's it glorified?
Hto chuy, - the humility of thoughts is holy
Arm in that heart kindly.
It’s strіv її, that suggestions spovna.
If there is more to come,
Marnin rose and move the mouth.
Take-bo tse new and wonderful wonder
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Dante Alighieri Fragment from the poem "The Divine Comedy"
Halfway through earthly life,
I found myself in a dark forest
Lost the right path in the darkness of the valley.
What he was, oh, how I will say
That wild forest, dense and threatening,
Whose old horror in my memory I carry!
He is so bitter that death is almost sweeter.
But, having found the blessing in him forever,
I will say about everything that I saw in this more often.
I don't remember myself how I entered there,
So a dream enveloped me with lies
When I got off the right track
But approaching the hill by the foot,
With which this valley was closed,
My heart squeezed with horror and trembling,
I saw, barely raised my eyes,
That the light of the planet, guiding everywhere,
Already descended on the shoulders of the mountain.
Then she sighed more free
And the long fear was overcome by the soul,
Exhausted by a hopeless night
And like the one who, breathing heavily,
Coming to the shore from the depths of foam,
Looks back, where the waves beat, fear,
So is my spirit, running and confused,
Turned around, looking around the way,
Leading everyone to the predicted death.
On the pivshlyakhu of his earthly light
I trap at the frown, thick fox,
Throwing in a stitch, I will tell you a little.
Oh, de vіzma snagi razpovisti
About lis listatiy tsey, suvoriy, wild,
Bo zhah from the riddles of the initiative to grow!
Above death is terrible girkіshiy vin, great, -
Ale for the good of those who know there,
Let's talk about everything in memory taking navi.
I am unkind, yak put tsey skhov,
Bo sleepiness overwhelmed me so,
I am on the singing road.
I leaned against the pagorba wall,
Yakim ends with a narrow dil,
De ostrac lig on the heart with a shroud.
I glanced up the mountain and grabbed it,
As soon as you cleanse the sleepyhead,
I have given people new strength.
Todi gradually calmed down,
She did not give me peace
All nich, if the blues are in the middle of the insurance.
On land viyshov, pinoyu ukritiy,
I look around viri navisnі, -
So my spirit, not flying away,
Zirnuv back and looking around the stitch,
Yak does not allow anyone to live.
Dante Alighieri
Poems of the Florentine period
DANTE DA MAYANO - TO POEM-Makers
Do not refuse, wise, do mercy,
Pay attention to this dream.
Find out that I dreamed of a beauty -
4 The one that has great honor in the heart.
With a thick wreath in her hands, she appeared,
Wanting to present a wreath as a gift,
And suddenly a shirt was on me -
8 Off her shoulder, I'm almost convinced.
Then I came to this state,
That he began to embrace the lady passionately,
11 To her pleasure - by all indications.
I kissed her; I keep silence
About the rest, as I swore to her. And mother
14 My deceased was there.
I have a worthy mind before me,
Are you able to comprehend the vision yourself,
But, as I can, I will answer the call,
4 Expounded in graceful words.
The gift is a sign of love assuming
To the most beautiful and noble lady,
Love, whose outcome is not always happy,
8 I hope - I will agree with you.
A lady's shirt means must
As I believe, as we both believe,
11 That she will love you in return.
And the fact that this strange person
I was with the deceased, and not alone,
14 Should mean love until the grave.
Checking gold for purity -
Simple for a jeweler:
Fire will tell the master that gold
4 Has this price or that.
And I wish to be honest
They said everything about this song of a fellow
You who are wise and judge with an open mind
8 And in whom the heights are glorified.
What is the greatest torment
Can you name the torment of love?
11 (Wise did not create a song I than this.)
Not for the sake of curiosity, I'm waiting for an answer:
I would like to know the price,
14 Confident of one thing - that I am not worthy of you.
DANTE ALIGIERI - TO DANTE DA MAYANO
You have your own mantle of knowledge,
It seems to me, and, having understood strictly,
You, my friend, do not need my help:
4 I praise you, but I am not your judge.
Compared to your knowledge of being,
Trust me, mine is very poor
The road of knowledge is not my road
8 And you are omniscient, not like me.
I will answer, with my hand on my heart
And driving away any lie from myself,
11 As befits a conversation with a wise man.
Do not consider it idle speculation
Such an answer: who does not love, loving,
14 The most terrible torment.
With your refined answer you,
Moreover, my friend, weighty, confirmed
All the justice of that good rumor,
4 Which people everywhere have honored you.
But it seems to me - yours are
The virtues that a person is not in power
List them to the end, alas,
8 And you deserve great honors.
There is no terrible unrequited love
In your opinion, but there is a different opinion
11 On this score. Trust me who?
As long as you do not find it difficult to answer,
I hope for your explanation,
14 To find out who is right, O wise man.
DANTE ALIGIERI - TO DANTE DA MAYANO
Who I'm talking to - I won't put my mind to it,
And yet I, without further ado,
I find your wisdom so rare,
4 That glory cannot bypass it.
I judge you by your thoughts
And therefore I have the right to praise,
But, if I could name you, I will say:
8 It would be easier for me to praise you, really.
Find out friend (of course you are my friend),
The one hurts the most, I regret that
11 Who, being in love, is not loved.
Unrequited love is a disease
Threatening all with his club.
14 Well, do you agree with my opinion?
DANTE DA MAYANO - TO DANTE ALIGIERI
Amor orders me to love truly
And I am doomed to this terrible lot,
And there is no hour when, against my will
4 I myself did not turn my heart to him.
Ovid remedy I decided
Try, but Ovid lied or something,
I, without getting rid of love pain,
8 I ask for mercy with my last strength.
Wasted everything - art, spells,
Courage, wisdom: from love forever
11 There will be no salvation.
Serving Amor, knowing only suffering,
Man pleases him.
14 O my wise friend, the word is behind you.
DANTE ALIGIERI - TO DANTE DA MAYANO
Mind, knowledge, knowledge, wide view,
Art, fame, indifference to flattery,
Courage, beauty and loyalty to honor
4 And money is far from a complete series
The virtues that Amora will win
Joy - separately and together:
Some of them are worthy of greater honor,
8 But everyone contributes to the victory.
At the same time, my friend, if you intend
See good from virtues,
11 Natural or acquired,
Do not act against the deity of lovers:
Whatever means you attract,
14 You will lose the battle, be sure.
TO LIPPO (PASQUI DE BARDI)
Hope you read me Lippo
But before you start
To delve into me, find out - my poet
I was sent to greet you
5 And wish at the same time
You will find everything you need.
I hope you don't sweep me away
And call your soul
And the mind, to decide what to do with the answer:
10 I, that the humblest I am called a sonnet,
Came for advice
And I expect you to come to my aid.
I brought this girl with me
However, being ashamed of their nakedness,
15 She's Among People
She does not want to walk naked, being proud.
Please - sew a dress to an unknown virgin,
Do not bypass your friend with kindness,
So that with any other
20 It was possible for her to compete.
Do not redeem your guilt forever
To my eyes: they have fallen so low
What, they are passionate about Garisend,
4 From where the gaze covers the distance,
The beauty you should
They would have noticed, overslept.
I am insulted by them to the depths,
8 And I have them now in disgrace.
And my eyes failed me
Which is so dull
11 Which did not tell them where to look.
And my decision was made:
If I don’t replace anger with mercy.
14 I will kill them so that they will not be stupid in the future.
GUIDO CAVALCANTI - TO DANTE
You've seen the limits of hope
The virtues were clear to you,
You are initiated into Amora secrets,
4 Having overcome the lords of trial.
Boring he drives away desires
And he judges us - and we must serve.
He, joyfully disturbing our dreams,
8 Captivates hearts that did not know suffering.
In a dream, he took your heart away:
It seemed that death had summoned your lady,
Dante stands on the threshold of the Renaissance, on the threshold of an era "... which needed titans and which gave birth to titans in the power of thought, passion and character, in versatility and learning." Dante can be safely attributed to one of these titans, whose works are classics of Italian creativity and the property of the people.
According to family tradition, Dante's ancestors came from the Roman family of Elisees, who participated in the founding of Florence. Dante Alighieri (1265-1321) appears in his life as a representative of a comprehensively educated, active, tightly connected with local cultural traditions and public interests of the intelligentsia, typical of his time.
As you know, the formation of Dante as a poet takes place in a turning point and transition from the literary Middle Ages to new creative aspirations. Since the poet was very religious, he was very worried about this turning point.
In addition, Dante began by imitating the most influential lyric poet of Italy at that time, Gwittone d "Arezzo, but soon changed poetics and, together with his older friend Guido Cavalcanti, became the founder of a special poetic school, Dante himself called the school of the" sweet new style "(" Dolce style nuovo ").
By Dante's own admission, the impetus for the awakening of the poet in him was the quivering and noble love for the daughter of his father's friend Folco Portinari - the young and beautiful Beatrice. The poetic confirmation of this love was the autobiographical confession "New Life" ("Vita nuova"), written at the fresh grave of her beloved, who died in 1290. Two dozen sonnets, several canzones and a ballad, which are part of Novaya Zhizn, contain a vivid reflection of the experienced and flaming feeling.
In form, "New Life" is a complexly constructed text, written alternately with poetry and prose, saturated with symbols and allegories that are difficult to interpret. Dante selected 25 sonnets, 3 canzones, 1 ballad and 2 poetic fragments from his youthful lyrics for Novaya Zhizn.
Love is conceived by the poet as an elemental force "penetrating through the eyes into the heart" and igniting it with the desire of the one "who came down from heaven to earth - to manifest a miracle." it should be noted that for Dante love was akin to science, which prepares the human soul for communication with God. In New Life, Dante spoke of his great love for Beatrice Portinari, a young Florentine lady who was married to Simone dei Bardi and who died in June 1290, when she was less than twenty-five years old.
I would like to note that the poet fell in love with the lady whom he saw three times in his life - in a scarlet dress, when she, the same age as the poet, was 9 years old, in white, when they turned 18 - Betrich responded with a smile to his bow - and soon the last time when Dante bowed to her but met no answer. I can say that this color scheme was not chosen by chance, because the red color of the dress symbolizes the joy of the first years of life, white - purity and chastity.
A. Dante notes how sweet these minute meetings were, which thrilled his soul after a while:
She keeps Love in her eyes;
Blessed is everything she looks at;
She goes - everyone hastens to her;
If he greets, his heart will tremble.
All the sweetness and all the humility of thoughts
Knows the one who hears her word.
Blessed is the one destined to meet with her.
Dante wrote "New Life" either in 1292, or at the beginning of 1293. The era was intensely looking for new ways in public life, poetry, art, philosophy. Speaking about "New Life", Dante meant his love, but this love was also interpreted by him as a huge objective force that renews the world and all of humanity.
Of course, many have studied the compositional structure of this work, having studied these materials, I came to the conclusion that all the poems were collected around the second canzona, which is the compositional center:
Young donna, in a blaze of compassion,
In the radiance of all the valor of the earth,
I sat where Death I called all the hour;
And looking into eyes full of torment,
And heed the sounds of my violent words,
Itself in confusion sobbed passionately.
Other donna, hurrying up
To cry in her room, where I lay,
Seeing how I suffered -
Having received her, they bowed to me sternly.
One ad: "Stay awake a little"
And that one: "Don't cry in vain."
When did my delirium begin to dissipate,
I called the Madonna by name.
In addition, the poet focuses on the mystical symbolism of the number 9, which characterizes important events in the writer's life.
Famous writer and critic Alekseev M.P. believes that “The number 3 is the root of the number 9, so that without the help of another number it produces 9; for it is obvious that 3 x 3 is nine. Thus, if 3 is capable of doing 9, and the doer of miracles in himself is the Trinity, that is, the Father, Son and Holy Spirit are three in one, then it should be concluded that this lady (Beatrice) was accompanied by the number 9, so that everyone could understand that she herself is 9, that is, a miracle, and that the root of this miracle is the only miraculous Trinity. " In my opinion, this symbolism of the number 9 is easy to explain by drawing attention to the era to which Dante belonged. As you know, such symbolism was an integral part of the works of the Middle Ages.
It is noteworthy that the end of New Life contains a hint of the Divine Comedy, which the poet sees as an undertaking undertaken to glorify Beatrice. The image of the beloved continues to inspire the poet throughout his life, supporting a great idea in him.
As O. Mandelstam wrote: "... Dante had one emotional event for his whole life."