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Rimas
Prólogo de Juan de Beatriz. Gustavo Adolfo Bécquer nació en Sevilla en 1836 y murió en Madrid en 1870. La lectura de los grandes poetas románticos despertó muy pronto su vocación literaria, que siempre compaginó con un vivo interés por el mundo del arte. A los dieciocho años, abandonando sus estudios de pintura, Bécquer se trasladó a Madrid, paso obligado para abrirse camino en la literatura. Fueron años difíciles en los que tuvo que recurrir a colaboraciones en la prensa y a las adaptaciones teatrales para subsistir, ya que no llegó a ver sus obras editadas. Este volumen ofrece al lector las Rimas , que constituyen quizás su máxima contribución a la literatura española y son una muestra perfecta de la autenticidad de su poesía, vigente hoy en tanto que sus versos no rehúyen las cuestiones esenciales del hombre.
112 pages, Paperback
Published June 27, 2023
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April 3, 2024
Sobre el amor, la esperanza, un amor perdido y la muerte.
Primera vez leyendo a Bécquer y me ha maravillado. Se sabe en sus poemas aquello que quiere transmitir. Es triste y a la vez hermoso.
Leído en: Ebook
Primera vez leyendo a Bécquer y me ha maravillado. Se sabe en sus poemas aquello que quiere transmitir. Es triste y a la vez hermoso.
Leído en: Ebook
March 29, 2024
Los suspiros son aire, y van al aire.
Las lágrimas son agua, y van al mar.
Dime mujer, cuando el amor se olvida,
¿sabes tú adonde va?
(Book III, 4) p. 72
The sighs are air, and they go into the air.
The tears are water, and they go to the sea.
Tell me woman, when love is forgotten,
Do you know where you are going?
Ah, love. It’s a joy and a pain. It’s a heartbreak and the thrill of the next encounter. Opposites. For a young romantic poet, these are the words that fill pages and tears at you heart. A literal treasure trove in rhyme.
Fact.
Gustavo Adolfo Claudio Domínguez Bastida (1836 -1870) better known as Gustavo Adolfo Bécquer was a Spanish Romantic poet and writer (mostly short stories), also a playwright, literary columnist and talented in drawing. Today he is considered one of the most important figures in Spanish literature, and is considered by some as the most read writer after Miguel de Cervantes. (Wikipedia)
Opinión.
Most read writer after Cervantes? That is a noble position. And perhaps a rather lofty claim, so it was good that I read this wiki entry after reading the book. Why? I believe if you are feeling “romantic” there are no shortage of love and of course, unrequited poems. Love sells, doesn’t it.
¿Qué es poesía?, dices, mientras clavas
en mi pupila tu pupila azul
¿Qué es poesía…! ¿Y tú me lo preguntas?
Poesía…eres tú.
(Book II, 21) p. 58
What is poetry?, you say, while you drive
into my pupil your blue eyes.
What is poetry...! And you ask me?
Poetry... it's you.
Not all of the rhymes speak of love but being a romantic poet, it’s all about the hopes and challenges of everyday life. Reflections on art and nature. Of madness and the soul.
Como enjambre de abejas irritadas,
de un oscuro rincón de la memoria
salen a perseguirme los recuerdos
de las pasadas horas.
Yo los quiero ahuyentar. ¡Esfuerzo inútil!
Me rodean, me acosan,
y unos tras otros a clavarme vienen
el agudo aguijón que el alma encona.
(Book IV, 68) p. 90
Like a swarm of irritated bees,
From a dark corner of memory
They go out to chase my memories
Of the past hours.
I want to scare them away. Useless effort!
They surround me, harass me,
And one after another, they come to bite me
The sharp sting that the soul swells.
This small book is a compilation from a 2010 book “Rimas y Leyendas” by Francisco López Estrada and Teresa López García-Berdoy. The forward by Juan de Beatriz is directed at students encountering poetry for the first time. It was a fun and upbeat to read.
Bécquer published few poetry books in his life and these poems were published posthumously in 1871. He married and had three children, had several loves and of course, had an unrequited love/muse. He died at the age of 34 of tuberculosis, a most romantic of ways to go.
PS. Here is a painting by his brother Valeriano Bécquer
https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/Fi...
Las lágrimas son agua, y van al mar.
Dime mujer, cuando el amor se olvida,
¿sabes tú adonde va?
(Book III, 4) p. 72
The sighs are air, and they go into the air.
The tears are water, and they go to the sea.
Tell me woman, when love is forgotten,
Do you know where you are going?
Ah, love. It’s a joy and a pain. It’s a heartbreak and the thrill of the next encounter. Opposites. For a young romantic poet, these are the words that fill pages and tears at you heart. A literal treasure trove in rhyme.
Fact.
Gustavo Adolfo Claudio Domínguez Bastida (1836 -1870) better known as Gustavo Adolfo Bécquer was a Spanish Romantic poet and writer (mostly short stories), also a playwright, literary columnist and talented in drawing. Today he is considered one of the most important figures in Spanish literature, and is considered by some as the most read writer after Miguel de Cervantes. (Wikipedia)
Opinión.
Most read writer after Cervantes? That is a noble position. And perhaps a rather lofty claim, so it was good that I read this wiki entry after reading the book. Why? I believe if you are feeling “romantic” there are no shortage of love and of course, unrequited poems. Love sells, doesn’t it.
¿Qué es poesía?, dices, mientras clavas
en mi pupila tu pupila azul
¿Qué es poesía…! ¿Y tú me lo preguntas?
Poesía…eres tú.
(Book II, 21) p. 58
What is poetry?, you say, while you drive
into my pupil your blue eyes.
What is poetry...! And you ask me?
Poetry... it's you.
Not all of the rhymes speak of love but being a romantic poet, it’s all about the hopes and challenges of everyday life. Reflections on art and nature. Of madness and the soul.
Como enjambre de abejas irritadas,
de un oscuro rincón de la memoria
salen a perseguirme los recuerdos
de las pasadas horas.
Yo los quiero ahuyentar. ¡Esfuerzo inútil!
Me rodean, me acosan,
y unos tras otros a clavarme vienen
el agudo aguijón que el alma encona.
(Book IV, 68) p. 90
Like a swarm of irritated bees,
From a dark corner of memory
They go out to chase my memories
Of the past hours.
I want to scare them away. Useless effort!
They surround me, harass me,
And one after another, they come to bite me
The sharp sting that the soul swells.
This small book is a compilation from a 2010 book “Rimas y Leyendas” by Francisco López Estrada and Teresa López García-Berdoy. The forward by Juan de Beatriz is directed at students encountering poetry for the first time. It was a fun and upbeat to read.
Bécquer published few poetry books in his life and these poems were published posthumously in 1871. He married and had three children, had several loves and of course, had an unrequited love/muse. He died at the age of 34 of tuberculosis, a most romantic of ways to go.
PS. Here is a painting by his brother Valeriano Bécquer
https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/Fi...
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