" Some an army of horsemen, others of infantry / other vessels, said to be on the black earth, and the best thing, but I I say / what one loves " And this is Sappho. I apologize for the Women's Day, I give myself to the classics. I have attended for years and, even if it is difficult to get out unharmed. Besides this quote I'm afraid it already used on any bookmark or a few e-mails that I have ever served up in previous years for this opportunity. What can you do: I like this poem, not so much the content itself (the piece goes on by the example of Helen who love to leave home and family, and concludes with a nod to the personal circumstances of the poet), but for this attack and surprising in some ways, modern. Of course none of us, today, I hope, looking for examples of what could be it most beautiful in mind would be so bellicose image, but this comparison with Sappho, one stroke sweeps away the tradition of the Homeric poems, those in which it is normal to read pages and pages of description of the crews of ships, soldiers lined up and battles, in which the importance of the individual - who also appears in examples of sensational - it is always in some way subordinate to that of the race they belong to. Sappho, educated woman and poet, becomes his personal scale of values \u200b\u200band aims to students at his school: noble girls who went to her to learn to be good wives, that's true, but in the meantime we enjoyed an interlude of liberty contempt for the period (VII BC). Keep in mind also that, high school, you get to the opera after several months of Iliad and Odyssey, and in general, we immediately fell in love with these authors for many reasons: because they write short texts that are easier to study, and figures emerge as interesting, ironic, poignant: c 'is Archilochus, the soldier-poet, who gives a vision of war from the bottom, definitely anti-heroic, Alcaeus, perhaps the first to use the image of the ship at sea in a storm to be a political crisis (as will Dante) , and then there's you, Sappho, the first woman of Greek literature, who talks almost exclusively of love in its various shades, when talk was not a trivial thing, but, rather, unpublished asserting one's individuality. Impossible not to become attached to her, especially in teenage years, when even a sour as I happened to have butterflies in your stomach. Impossible not to remember it today, among the long line of ancestors who, somehow, we have made what we are.
why I dedicate these lines to you all, but particularly to small Lu, who inaugurated the second generation of CIOs, my hope for her to have, when the time comes, a house of friends to grow up and deal with.
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