100 Poems
By Umberto Saba
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Umberto Saba
Umberto Saba (1909-1957) was an Italian novelist and poet. Raised by his Jewish mother in the ghetto of Trieste, he became best-known for his great confessional poems collected in Canzoniere, 'a sort of Odyssey of man in our times'.
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100 Poems - Umberto Saba
21
WARNING
Pretty pink cloud what
are you doing in the clear sky,
lit up and desired by
the dawning of the day?
You change your shapes and as
you sail you lose that fire;
you break and disappear,
warning me in this way:
You too, bold young man,
whose hours so gladly chime,
for whom love and sweet dreams
conceal the tomb,
you will fade, closing
one day your eyes of blue;
you’ll see no more round you
your friends and skies of home.
22
MY NURSE’S HOUSE
The house where my wet-nurse used to stay
stands silently facing the ancient Chapel,
looking down in a pensive way
from a hill where young goats like to gambol.
Through the sunlit window there you may
discover my birth city, swarming with people;
there’s a delightful view too of the bay
and the fields rewarding farmhands’ toil.
Here in my earliest years – I recall –
among the old cemetery’s crosses,
I played innocently at nightfall.
I lifted up to God my serene soul;
and from the house a sound of well-loved voices
reached me, and supper’s smell.
23
FROM A HILL
It was October; the evening hour
filled the heart with sweetness and with peace.
Following an ox and a farmer,
I climbed, alone, the path up the hill face.
Reaching the summit, I saw in a trice
Trieste’s churches and waterfront down there;
and on the opposite slope, in a coppice,
the much-loved house, like a red flower.
The summons of the bells came to me now.
And as the sun, sinking to the skyline,
turned the houses’ windows into flame,
I leaned in bliss on the trunk of a pine,
tore off with a sigh a low-slung bough,
and made the winds a gift of a sweet name.
24
GLAUCO
Glauco, a boy with a shock of fair hair,
a smart sailor suit and an untroubled eye,
said to me, in the vernacular
of his birthplace, cheerfully:
Umberto, why do you waste your life away
without one pleasure, and seem to hide pain or
some mystery in everything you say?
Why don’t you come with me to the seashore? –
it’s inviting us to its blue waves.
What’s the unspoken thought that you conceal,
stealing you from us so