[ISt Lieben keusch? wo kompt denn Ehbruch her?]
ISt Lieben keusch? wo kompt denn Ehbruch her?
Ist Lieben guht
nichts böses drinn zu finden
wie kann sein Feur dan so gahr viel entzünden?
Ist Lieben Lust
wer bringt dan das Beschwär?
Wer Lieben liebt
fährt auff der Wollust Meer
und lässet sich ins Todes Netze binden
das nicht zerreist
er lebet nuhr den Sünden
liebt Eitelkeit
und ist der Tugend leer.
Das ewig lebt
dem stirbt er gäntzlich ab
sieht seine Noht erst
wan er siht sein Grab.
Wer dan nuhn wird in Liebes Brunst gefunden
der fliehe bald
und hasse
die er liebt;
ist Lieb ihm süß? so werd er drümb betrübt;
ist sie sein Brodt? so geb er sie den Hunden.
SIBYLLA SCHWARZ, auch: SIBYLLE SCHWARTZ (* 14.Februar 1621 in Greifswald/Pommern; 31.Juli 1638)
"Is love a fire? Can love melt iron?
Am I like fire and full of the pain of love?
Out of what is the heart of my lover?
If it were made of iron then I could melt it with my fire.
If it were made of gold I could bend it
with my glow, should it made of flesh
so I see : it is a stone made of flesh.
However, a stone cannot betray me like she does.
But if her heart were like frost , as cold as snow and ice
Then how can she make me hot with love?
I think: her heart is like laurel leaves
Which are not touched by any thunderstorm
She laughs about you, Cupid, and your arrow
She is immune to your thunderstorm"
sábado, 5 de junho de 2010
domingo, 21 de março de 2010
Qué es poesia?...y tú me lo preguntas?...poesia ...eres TÚ.
RIMA XXI
—¿Qué es poesía?, dices, mientras clavas
en mi pupila tu pupila azul,
¡Qué es poesía! ¿Y tú me lo preguntas?
Poesía... eres tú.
Gustavo Adolfo Bécquer,nació en Sevilla el 17 de febrero de 1836.
—¿Qué es poesía?, dices, mientras clavas
en mi pupila tu pupila azul,
¡Qué es poesía! ¿Y tú me lo preguntas?
Poesía... eres tú.
Gustavo Adolfo Bécquer,nació en Sevilla el 17 de febrero de 1836.
quarta-feira, 27 de janeiro de 2010
PHILLIS WHEATLEY ! POET POETESS ! ...SET THE CAPTIVES FREE...
ON BEING BROUGHT FROM AFRICA TO AMERICA
Twas mercy brought me from my Pagan land,
Taught my benighted soul to understand
That there's a God, that there's a Saviour too:
Once I redemption neither sought not knew.
Some view our sable race with scornful eye,
"Their colour is a diabolic dye."
Remenber, Christians, Negroes, black as Cain,
May be refin'd and join th' angelic train.
Phillis Wheatley, born about 1753 in West Africa, she was kidnapped in 1761 and taken to America on a slave ship called "Phillis"...She was purchased in Boston...died from complications of childbirth at age of 31...(OS PREFERIDOS DOS DEUSES...MORREM NOVOS!)
Twas mercy brought me from my Pagan land,
Taught my benighted soul to understand
That there's a God, that there's a Saviour too:
Once I redemption neither sought not knew.
Some view our sable race with scornful eye,
"Their colour is a diabolic dye."
Remenber, Christians, Negroes, black as Cain,
May be refin'd and join th' angelic train.
Phillis Wheatley, born about 1753 in West Africa, she was kidnapped in 1761 and taken to America on a slave ship called "Phillis"...She was purchased in Boston...died from complications of childbirth at age of 31...(OS PREFERIDOS DOS DEUSES...MORREM NOVOS!)
sexta-feira, 11 de dezembro de 2009
CLETO TORRODELLAS ESPAÑOL, ferrero de profesión, yera conoixiu en a redolada como lo ferrero d'Estadilla...A MI PADRE!
El poeta del terruño a los poetas elaborados
No querria, poetas de alta talla,
de ningún modo molestatos
al dirigitos esta lletras
como hablán nusatros.
El motivo déscribí esto é,
sin que seiga martingala,
para que sepaz que tiengo una pena
que me va radén el alma.
Años fa qu'escribo como puedo,
onque desconozco el castellano,
unas cosas que los llàman versos
cuyo nombre está mal aplicado.(...)
Pero como é tan gran láfición que tiengo
no lo puedo remediá;
penso 'scribine mientras viva
y quizás n'escriba má allá(...)
Cleto Torrodellas Español, Estadilla, Huesca, Aragón, 1868...estió un poeta aragonés.
No querria, poetas de alta talla,
de ningún modo molestatos
al dirigitos esta lletras
como hablán nusatros.
El motivo déscribí esto é,
sin que seiga martingala,
para que sepaz que tiengo una pena
que me va radén el alma.
Años fa qu'escribo como puedo,
onque desconozco el castellano,
unas cosas que los llàman versos
cuyo nombre está mal aplicado.(...)
Pero como é tan gran láfición que tiengo
no lo puedo remediá;
penso 'scribine mientras viva
y quizás n'escriba má allá(...)
Cleto Torrodellas Español, Estadilla, Huesca, Aragón, 1868...estió un poeta aragonés.
domingo, 15 de novembro de 2009
DEBORAH...SHE WAS A POET!...PROPHETESS...JUDGE!!!...HANNAH, MY ANA..."IF I CUOLD CHOOSE AGAIN I'D STILL CHOOSE YOU"...
THE SONG OF DEBORAH
On that day Deborah and Barak son of Abinoam sang this song:
When the princes in Israel take the lead,
when the people willingly offer themselves -
praise the LORD!
Hear this, you kings!Listen, you rulers!
I will sing to the Lord, I will sing;
I will make music to the Lord, the God of Israel.
O Lord, when you went out from Seir,
when you marched nfrom the land of Edom,
the earth shook, the heavens poured,
the clouds poured down water.
The mountains quaked before the Lord, One of Sinai,
before the Lord, the God of Israel.
In the days of Shamgar son of Anath,
in the days of Jael, the roads were abandoned;
travelers took to winding paths.
Village life in Israel ceased,
ceased until I, Deborah, arose,
arose a mother in Israel.
When they chose new gods,
war came to the city gates,
and not a shield or spear was seen
among forty thousand in Israel.
My heart the willing volunteers among the people.
Praise the LORD!
You who ride on white donkeys,
sitting on your saddle blankets,
and you who walk along the road,
consider the voice of the singers at the watering places.
They recite the righteous acts of warriors in Israel.
Then the people of the LORD
went down to the city gates.
Wake up, make up, break out in song!
Arise, O Barak!
Take captive your captives, O son of Abinoam.
Then the men who were left
came down to the nobles;
the people of the LORD
came to me with the mighty.
Some came from Ephraim, whose roots were in Amalek;
Benjamin was with the people who followed you.
From Makir captains came down,
from Zebulun those who bear a commander's staff.
The princes of Issachar were with Deborah;
yes, Issachar was with Barak,
rushing after him into the valley.
In the districts of Reuben
there was much searching of heart.
Why did you stay among the campfires
to hear the whistling for the flocks?
In the districts of Reuben
there was much searching of heart
Gilead stayed beyond the Jordan.
And Dan, why did he linger by the ships?
Asher remained on the coast
and stayed in his coves.
The people of Zebulun risked their very lives;
so did Naphtali on the heigts of the field.
Kings came, they fought
at Taanach by the waters of Megiddo
but they carried off no silver, no plunder.
From the heavens the stars fought,
from their courses they fought against Sisera.
The river Kishon swept them away,
the age-old river, the river Kishon.
March on, my soul; be strong!
Then thundered the horses' hoofs -
galloping, galloping go his mighty steeds.
"Curse Meroz," said the angel of the LORD.
"Curse its peoples bitterly,
because they did not come to help the LORD,
to help the LORD,
to help the LORD against the mighty."
Most blessed of women be Jael,
the wife of Heber the Kenite,
most blessed of tent-dwelling women.
He asked for water, and she gave him milk;
in a bowl fit for nobles she brought him curdled milk.
Her hand reached for the workman's hammer.
She struck Sisera, she crushed his head,
she shattered and pierced his temple.
At her feet he sank,
he fell;there he lay.
At her feet he ank, he fell;
where he sank, there he fell-dead.
Trough the window peered Sisera's mother;
behind the lattice she cried out,
Why is his chariot so long in coming?
Why is chariot so long in coming?
Why is the clatter of his chariots delayed?
The wisest of her ladies answer her;
indeed, she keeps saying to herself,
Are they not finding and dividing the spoils:
a girl or two for each man,
colorful garments as plunder for Sisera,
colorful garments embroidered garments for my neck -
all this as plunder?
So may all your enemies perish, O LORD!
But may they who love be like the sun
when it rises in its strength.
Then the land had peace forty years.
Dated at approximately 1200 B.C., Deborah served as a judge at "the palm tree of Deborah" in southern Ephraim between Ramah and Bethel, thereby possibly making her of the tribe of Ephraim, as was Joshua earlier.She was referred to as the "MOTHER OF ISRAEL".
On that day Deborah and Barak son of Abinoam sang this song:
When the princes in Israel take the lead,
when the people willingly offer themselves -
praise the LORD!
Hear this, you kings!Listen, you rulers!
I will sing to the Lord, I will sing;
I will make music to the Lord, the God of Israel.
O Lord, when you went out from Seir,
when you marched nfrom the land of Edom,
the earth shook, the heavens poured,
the clouds poured down water.
The mountains quaked before the Lord, One of Sinai,
before the Lord, the God of Israel.
In the days of Shamgar son of Anath,
in the days of Jael, the roads were abandoned;
travelers took to winding paths.
Village life in Israel ceased,
ceased until I, Deborah, arose,
arose a mother in Israel.
When they chose new gods,
war came to the city gates,
and not a shield or spear was seen
among forty thousand in Israel.
My heart the willing volunteers among the people.
Praise the LORD!
You who ride on white donkeys,
sitting on your saddle blankets,
and you who walk along the road,
consider the voice of the singers at the watering places.
They recite the righteous acts of warriors in Israel.
Then the people of the LORD
went down to the city gates.
Wake up, make up, break out in song!
Arise, O Barak!
Take captive your captives, O son of Abinoam.
Then the men who were left
came down to the nobles;
the people of the LORD
came to me with the mighty.
Some came from Ephraim, whose roots were in Amalek;
Benjamin was with the people who followed you.
From Makir captains came down,
from Zebulun those who bear a commander's staff.
The princes of Issachar were with Deborah;
yes, Issachar was with Barak,
rushing after him into the valley.
In the districts of Reuben
there was much searching of heart.
Why did you stay among the campfires
to hear the whistling for the flocks?
In the districts of Reuben
there was much searching of heart
Gilead stayed beyond the Jordan.
And Dan, why did he linger by the ships?
Asher remained on the coast
and stayed in his coves.
The people of Zebulun risked their very lives;
so did Naphtali on the heigts of the field.
Kings came, they fought
at Taanach by the waters of Megiddo
but they carried off no silver, no plunder.
From the heavens the stars fought,
from their courses they fought against Sisera.
The river Kishon swept them away,
the age-old river, the river Kishon.
March on, my soul; be strong!
Then thundered the horses' hoofs -
galloping, galloping go his mighty steeds.
"Curse Meroz," said the angel of the LORD.
"Curse its peoples bitterly,
because they did not come to help the LORD,
to help the LORD,
to help the LORD against the mighty."
Most blessed of women be Jael,
the wife of Heber the Kenite,
most blessed of tent-dwelling women.
He asked for water, and she gave him milk;
in a bowl fit for nobles she brought him curdled milk.
Her hand reached for the workman's hammer.
She struck Sisera, she crushed his head,
she shattered and pierced his temple.
At her feet he sank,
he fell;there he lay.
At her feet he ank, he fell;
where he sank, there he fell-dead.
Trough the window peered Sisera's mother;
behind the lattice she cried out,
Why is his chariot so long in coming?
Why is chariot so long in coming?
Why is the clatter of his chariots delayed?
The wisest of her ladies answer her;
indeed, she keeps saying to herself,
Are they not finding and dividing the spoils:
a girl or two for each man,
colorful garments as plunder for Sisera,
colorful garments embroidered garments for my neck -
all this as plunder?
So may all your enemies perish, O LORD!
But may they who love be like the sun
when it rises in its strength.
Then the land had peace forty years.
Dated at approximately 1200 B.C., Deborah served as a judge at "the palm tree of Deborah" in southern Ephraim between Ramah and Bethel, thereby possibly making her of the tribe of Ephraim, as was Joshua earlier.She was referred to as the "MOTHER OF ISRAEL".
sábado, 19 de setembro de 2009
"CANCIONEIRINHO de MOLÊDO da PENAJÓIA"...á Dona Ana de Valclaro!
"Vendo tudo quanto tenho,
memória e imaginação,
por cinco reis de alegria
pra dar ao meu coração"
"Não há negro como o melro
não há branco como o leite
as mocinhas do Moledo
têm olhinhos de confeito"
"Moledo da Penajóia
no fundo da freguesia:
à beira do rio é noite,
por cima da terra é dia"
"Vindimai, vindimadores,
ninguém vindima como eu:
a fruta, que vai, é vossa,
o cantar, que fica, é meu."
...poesia popular da freguesia da Penajóia, Lamego, coligida pela poetiza Cecília Meirelles, nos anos trinta do século passado.
memória e imaginação,
por cinco reis de alegria
pra dar ao meu coração"
"Não há negro como o melro
não há branco como o leite
as mocinhas do Moledo
têm olhinhos de confeito"
"Moledo da Penajóia
no fundo da freguesia:
à beira do rio é noite,
por cima da terra é dia"
"Vindimai, vindimadores,
ninguém vindima como eu:
a fruta, que vai, é vossa,
o cantar, que fica, é meu."
...poesia popular da freguesia da Penajóia, Lamego, coligida pela poetiza Cecília Meirelles, nos anos trinta do século passado.
quarta-feira, 26 de agosto de 2009
MEERA BAI..."SATI NA HOSYAN GIRDHAR GANSYAN MHARA MAN MOHO GHANANAMI"...ao Mestre Valdemar!...e a São Martinho de Mouros!
O my Prince
This infamy.O my Prince
is delicious!
Some revile me,
others applaud.
I simply follow my incomprehensible road
A razor thin path
but you meet some good people,
A terrible path but you hear a true word
Turn back?
Because the wretched stare and see nothing?
O Mira´s Lord is noble and dark,
and slanderers
rake only themselves
over the coals.
MEERA BAI, a Rajput princess, was born in Kudki ( Kurki ), a little village near Merta in northwest India, c.1498
This infamy.O my Prince
is delicious!
Some revile me,
others applaud.
I simply follow my incomprehensible road
A razor thin path
but you meet some good people,
A terrible path but you hear a true word
Turn back?
Because the wretched stare and see nothing?
O Mira´s Lord is noble and dark,
and slanderers
rake only themselves
over the coals.
MEERA BAI, a Rajput princess, was born in Kudki ( Kurki ), a little village near Merta in northwest India, c.1498
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