Una col·lecció de relats, publicada de forma pòstuma, que mostra l'admiració del poeta cap al cel estrellat. Està compost per 35 peces que parlen de la ciència astrològica de l'època a partir del folklore, el catolicisme o l'observació estel·lar. Un conjunt poètic i místic que s'eleva sobre les penúries i alegries de la condició humana cap a una visió més propera a Déu. Amb un ús elevat de la simbologia, Al cel conté alguns dels poemes més coneguts de l'autor, com Ales, una de les darreres peces de la col·lecció.-
Jacint Verdaguer is regarded as one of the greatest poets of Catalan literature and a prominent literary figure of the Renaixença, a national revival movement of the late Romantic era. The bishop Josep Torras i Bages, one of the main figures of Catalan nationalism, called him the "Prince of Catalan poets". He was also known as mossèn Cinto Verdaguer, because of his career as a priest.
Verdaguer was born in Folgueroles, a town on the Plain of Vic, in the comarca of Osona. His father was Josep Verdaguer i Ordeix (Tavèrnoles, 1817-Folgueroles, 1876) and his mother was Josepa Santaló i Planes (Folgueroles, 1819–1871). He was the third of eight children, only three of whom survived. In 1856 at the age of 11 he entered the Seminary of Vic. Until he entered the Seminary he lived like the other children in his town. The anecdotes told about him show that he stood out from his peers for his intelligence, astuteness and courage, helped by his athletic complexion. He showed a normally balanced compassion without any apparent religious inclinations.
In 1863, when he was 18, he started to work as a teacher for a family at Can Tona (where he also helped out on the farm), while he continuted to study. Can Tona is in the municipal district of Sant Martí de Riudeperes, today Calldetenes. In 1865, he participated in Barcelona's Jocs Florals - or "Floral Games" - poetry contest and won four prizes. The next year he won two prizes in the same Jocs Florals.
On September 24, 1870 he was ordained priest by the bishop Lluís Jordà in Vic, and in October that same year, he said his first Mass in Sant Jordi hermitage. The next day he said his second Mass in Sant Francesc hermitage near Vic. In 1871, his mother died on January 17 at the age of 52. On September 1 he was appointed bishop coadjutor of Vinyoles d'Orís and three days later he took possession.
In 1873 he published Passió de Nostre Senyor Jesucrist (Passion of Our Lord Jesus Christ). He left Vinyoles d'Orís for health reasons and went to Vic. He went on a trip to Roussillon and saw the Canigou, maybe for the first time. In December, he joined the Companyia Transatlàntica as a chaplain because he was prescribed sea air for his health; he embarked in Cádiz bound for Havana. In 1876, on September 8 his father died at the age of 65. On board the "Ciudad Condal", on the return voyage from Cuba, Jacint Verdaguer finished his epic poem L’Atlàntida. In November he entered the palace of the Marquis of Comillas as an alms chaplain. In 1877, when he was 32, and having returned from his journey, the jury of the Jocs Florals awarded him the special prize of the Diputation of Barcelona for L'Atlàntida. Now he had earned his reputation as a poet. In 1878, he traveled to Rome, where he was granted an audience with the Pope Leo XIII. They talked about Verdaguer's poem L'Atlàntida. In 1880, as the winner of three prizes in the Jocs Florals, he was proclaimed Mestre en Gai Saber. That same year he published his book Montserrat. In 1883 he published Oda a Barcelona (Ode to Barcelona), and the city council of Barcelona produced a printrun of a hundred thousand copies. At the age of 39 Verdaguer traveled to Paris, Switzerland, Germany and Russia. On March 21, 1886, when he was 41 years old, the bishop Morgades crowned him as Poet of Catalonia in the monastery of Ripoll. He published the epic poem Canigó and made a pilgrimage to the Holy Land. In 1893, following controversy about aspects of his work as a priest, he left the post of alms chaplain at the Marques of Comillas' palace. The publication of the trilogy Jesús Infant was completed, and he was assigned to the sanctuary of la Gleva. For a period, he was stripped of his office as priest, although this was eventually restored. In 1894 the books Roser de tot l'any and Veus del bon pastor were published. On March 31 he left the sanctuary of
“Un dia somií que era una abella i, papallonejant per l’hort del cel, anava d’una estrella a una altra estrella a volves d’or collint la dolça mel.”
Vinga va en dic alguna cosa, que ara amb la ressenya entregada no puc ser menys…
Què dir que no s’hagi dit… definitivament visca Verdaguer!!!
No tenia cap dubte que m’agradaria (i més que Canigó)! Els versos de tots i cada un dels poemes són absolutament fantàstics i meravellosoooos. Una mica allò que els llegeixes i no saps com reaccionar perquè déu meu tot el que està diu i la manera que té de dir-ho és fortísssssssima
També us diré que jo tot aquest rollo transcendental i místic de l’anhel del cel com a paradís il·lusori i únic lloc on la seva ànima estarà plena i podrà fugir del dolor terrenal i bla bla bla, em funciona MOLTÍSSIM, per tant cap sopresa en aquest sentit.
A més, m’ha recordat a l’Emily Dickinson i us prometo que no són olles meves!!! si ja hi ha molts moments en què ho he pensat, hi ha hagut una estrofa de “Celísties” que per mi era literalment ella. ha estat gairebé una mena de retrobament, simplement welcome back mariona obsessionada amb poemes sobre el dolor, la fe o la mort escrits amb unes imatges de la natura profundament embellides. En fi, que jo no necessito res més per justificar que és una genialitat.
Pd. @JANArecasens torna a la ubcentral JA !!! aquests dies no paro de pensar que si fessis aquesta assignatura amb nosaltres, segurament series l’obsessionada núm 1 de Verdaguer, de debò quines ganes que tornis, l’any que ve el llegeixis i en poguem parlar moooooooolt 🫵🏼💗
M’ha canviat la vida. Noves preguntes, reflexions místiques i la voluntat de ser feliç entre la misèria. No són només poemes, són claus per arribar a l’interior de l’ànima. No estem buits, simplement hem oblidat l’essencia de la vida i de les coses.
un tio molt turmentat, que sí, que vale, que no hi ha conhort en la terra, ok 😀 au tots al cel !!!!! també te dic, si verdaguer escriu tant sobre ixa suposada plenitud del més enllà és perquè també l’ha viscuda ací, aaaah amigo igual la vida no és tan xunga com creu…