Again Christmas. Another year and it's here. Always new even if it is eternal. And we all let ourselves be carried away by his spirit, whether we are believers or not. Few deeper themes for prose stories and verse lyrics. And every writer has one to his credit. The most classic, the least ...
Now and always Christmas will continue to leave its mark of greater or lesser inner depth, but it will. Today I share 7 poems by great writers like Juan Ramón Jiménez, Lope de Vega, Rubén Darío or Gloria Fuertes who dedicated them to her.
JESUS, THE SWEET, COMES ... - Juan Ramon Jimenez
Jesus, the sweet one, is coming ...
The nights smell of rosemary ...
Oh how pure it is
the moon on the trail!
Palaces, cathedrals,
they spread the light of their crystals
insomniacs in the cold hard shadow ...
But the celestial melody
sounds out ...
Blue spring
that the snow, when passing, soft, undoes,
and leave behind eternal calm ...
Lord of heaven is born
this time in my soul!
ZAGALEJO OF PEARLS - Lope de Vega
Zagalejo of pearls,
son of the Dawn,
Where are you going it's cold
so morning ?.
As you are lucero
of my soul,
bringing the day
you are born first;
shepherd and lamb
without hut and wool,
Where are you going it's cold
so early in the morning?
Pearls in the eyes,
laughter in the mouth,
the souls provokes
pleasure and anger;
little red hair,
scarlet mouth,
Where are you going it's cold
so early in the morning?
What do you have to do?
holy shepherd,
getting up so early
you give it to understand;
although you are going to see
disguised the soul,
Where are you going it's cold
so early in the morning.
HOW THE LIGHT WAS ... - Luis Rosales
Sleep like a bird grew
from light to light blurring the gaze;
calm and carried by angels,
the snow between the wings descended.
The sky was shedding its joy,
the child looks at the light, lost in thought,
with the timid blood unleashed
of the heart, the Virgin smiled.
When the shepherds see their good fortune,
the innumerable flight was already a canopy
on the head of the sleepy bull;
and their eyes lost their beauty,
feeling, between the truth and the ineffable,
the light of the heart without movement.
MARIA MOTHER - Gloria Fuertes
The Virgin,
smiles very beautiful.
The rosebush has already sprouted,
that came down to earth
to perfume!
The virgin mary
sing lullabies now.
And sing to a star
who knew how to go down
to Bethlehem flying
like one more pastor.
Three Kings arrived;
it stops snowing.
The moon has seen him,
stop crying!
Your snow cry
curdled in the pine forest.
A thousand angels sing
crystal song
that a Carnation was born from a soft rosebush
The Three Wise Men - Rubén Darío
-I'm Gaspar. Here I bring the incense.
I come to say: Life is pure and beautiful.
God exists. The love is immense.
I know everything from the divine Star!
-I am Melchior. My myrrh smells everything.
God exists. He is the light of the day.
The white flower has its feet in mud.
And in pleasure there is melancholy!
-I am Baltasar. I bring the gold. I assure
that God exists. He is big and strong.
I know everything from the pure star
that shines on the diadem of Death.
-Gaspar, Melchor and Baltasar, shut up.
Love triumphs, and his party invites you.
Christ rises, makes the light of chaos
and has the crown of Life!
Christmas Eve - Amado Nervo
Pastors and pastors,
open is Eden.
Can't you hear loud voices?
Jesus was born in Bethlehem.
The light from heaven comes down
the Christ was already born,
and in a nest of straw
which bird is.
The child is chilly.
Oh noble ox,
clothe with your breath
to the King Child!
The songs and the flights
invade the extension,
and they are celebrating dear
and land ... and heart.
Pure voices resound
that sing in droves:
Hosanna in the high
the Righteous One of Israel!
Shepherds in a flock
come, come,
to see the advertised
Flower of David! ...
At the birth of Jesus - Saint Teresa of Jesus
Today he comes to redeem us
a Zagal, our relative,
Gil, who is omnipotent God.
That is why he has taken us out
from prison to Satan;
but he is related to Bras,
and Menga, and Llorente.
Oh, that is Almighty God!
Well if it is God, how is it sold
and die crucified?
Can't you see that sin killed
suffering the innocent?
Gil, who is omnipotent god.
My faith, I saw him born
of a very pretty Zagala.
Well, if it is God, how has he wanted
be with such poor people?
Can't you see that he is omnipotent?
Stop those questions,
let us die to serve him,
and then He comes to die
let's die with him, Llorente,
for He is Almighty God.