QUARTET N.1
T.S. Eliot: Four Quartets
Recensione
Il primo dei Quattro quartetti trae la propria ispirazione da una visita che il poeta compie insieme all'amica Emily Hale nell'estate del 1934 ad una casa di campagna nelle Cotswolds del Gloucestershire, ormai disabitata. Nonostante Eliot fosse sposato, passò molto tempo con Emily e se non fosse stato per il suo matrimonio avrebbe anche potuto impegnarsi sentimentalmente con lei. In seguito, Eliot restò in stretta corrispondenza con Emily e le inviò molte sue poesie.
Il tema centrale della poesia è la natura del tempo e la salvezza. Eliot enfatizza il bisogno da parte dell'individuo di focalizzarsi sul momento presente e di conoscere che esiste un ordine universale. Comprendendo la natura del tempo e l'ordine dell'universo, l'umanità riesce a riconoscere Dio e ottiene la redenzione. Da un punto di vista filosofico la poesia, che è concentrata sul discorso sul tempo, si collega alle idee espresse nelle Confessioni di Sant'Agostino. Come tale, viene accentuata l'importanza del momento presente, considerato l'unico momento che importi veramente, poiché il passato non può essere cambiato ed il futuro è ignoto.
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Time present and time past
Are both perhaps present in time future,
And time future contained in time past.
If all time is eternally present
All time is unredeemable.
What might have been is an abstraction
Remaining a perpetual possibility
Only in a world of speculation.
What might have been and what has been
Point to one end, which is always present.
Footfalls echo in the memory
Down the passage which we did not take
Towards the door we never opened
Into the rose-garden. My words echo
Thus, in your mind.
But to what purpose
Disturbing the dust on a bowl of rose-leaves
I do not know.
Other echoes
Inhabit the garden. Shall we follow?
Quick, said the bird, find them, find them,
Round the corner. Through the first gate,
Into our first world, shall we follow
The deception of the thrush? Into our first world.
There they were, dignified, invisible,
Moving without pressure, over the dead leaves,
In the autumn heat, through the vibrant air,
And the bird called, in response to
The unheard music hidden in the shrubbery,
And the unseen eyebeam crossed, for the roses
Had the look of flowers that are looked at.
There they were as our guests, accepted and accepting.
So we moved, and they, in a formal pattern,
Along the empty alley, into the box circle,
To look down into the drained pool.
Dry the pool, dry concrete, brown edged,
And the pool was filled with water out of sunlight,
And the lotos rose, quietly, quietly,
The surface glittered out of heart of light,
And they were behind us, reflected in the pool.
Then a cloud passed, and the pool was empty.
Go, said the bird, for the leaves were full of children,
Hidden excitedly, containing laughter.
Go, go, go, said the bird: human kind
Cannot bear very much reality.
Time past and time future
What might have been and what has been
Point to one end, which is always present.
