Yesterday they were fulfilled 175 years of the death of Jose de Espronceda, one of the greatest, famous and most admired poets of the Spanish romanticism XNUMXth century. That was how he was considered when he died. And nothing better than picking up some of his phrases, verses and stanzas best known that all of us have ever recited.
The Extremaduran poet left us some of the summit works of homeland romantic literature. The student from Salamanca, El devil world, where is your I sing to Teresa, Sancho saldana, White of Bourbon. And his short poems gathered in Songsas The executioner, Cossack song and of course the immortal Pirate song. Well, let's just enjoy this selection.
- The student from Salamanca. Start
It was more than midnight, old stories tell, when in a dream and in gloomy silence wrapped the earth, the living seem dead, the dead leave the grave. It was the hour when perhaps fearful voices sound formless, when silent hollow footsteps are heard, and dreadful ghosts wander amid the dense darkness, and terrified dogs howl when they see them.
- Pirate song.
- Song of death.
Weak mortal don't scare you
my darkness nor my name;
man finds in my bosom
a term to his regret.
I compassionately offer you
far from the world an asylum,
where in my quiet shadow
forever sleep in peace.
- Sonnet.
Fresh, lush, pure and fragrant,
gala and ornament of the flowery pensil,
gallarda placed on the upright bouquet,
fragrance spreads the nascent rose.
But if the burning sun an angry fire
vibrates, from the cannon on fire,
the sweet scent and the lost color,
its leaves carry the hurried aura.
This is how my luck shone for a moment
on wings of love, and beautiful cloud
I pretended perhaps of glory and of joy.
But, alas, that good turned into bitterness,
and leafless in the air it rises
the sweet flower of my hope.
- The Devil World, Canto I.
"Who will ever think, my Teresa,
that it was an eternal spring of tears
so much innocent love, so much joy,
so many delirium and delirium?
Who will ever think there will come a day
in which, lost the heavenly charm
and the blindfold has fallen,
how much pleasure would cause anger? "
The centuries to the centuries run over;
men succeed men,
in old age your calculations crash,
their pomp and glories to death yield:
the light that their spirits flash
die in the mist that they cannot conquer,
And it is the story of man and his madness
a narrow and stinking grave!
- To a star.
I indifferently follow my path
at the mercy of the winds and the sea,
and delivered, in the arms of destiny,
I do not care to save or capsize.
- At night.
Hail, or you, serene night,
May you see the world august,
and the regrets of a sad
with your darkness you sweeten.
- To a nightingale.
Sing in the night, sing in the morning
nightingale, in the forest your loves;
sing, who will cry when you cry
the dawn pearls in the early flower.
- To the moon.
Languid moon, that my sad complaints
sweet you pick up with a kind face,
if my bitter misery touches you,
cry with me.
- To the homeland.
Oh my beloved country!
Where did your struggling heroes go,
Your sword not defeated?
Oh! of your children on the humble forehead
There is the engraved blush;
To his sadly fallen eyes
The crying is overwhelmed.
- Song of the Cossack.
Our caprice will dictate laws there,
our houses will be fortresses,
the scepters and crowns of kings
which children's toys will roll.
Hurrah! Fly! to satisfy our desires:
the most beautiful will give us their love,
and they will not find our faces ugly,
that the victor always shines beautiful.
Hooray, desert Cossacks! Hurrah!
Europe brings you splendid loot:
bloody pool their fields be,
of the rooks his army feast.