10 Examples of Baroque Poems

The baroque poems They are poems that belong to the Baroque, an artistic movement that was characterized by using an ornamental language, that is, a very ornate, ornate and artificial language.

The Baroque emerged in Italy in the 16th century as a contrast to Renaissance aesthetics and spread to other countries in Europe and America. The themes that characterize this movement are pessimism, man as part of the universe and not as a center, the concern for the transience of life, death and the passage of time and the revaluation of ideas platonic.

In general, these issues were presented from a moralistic or satirical perspective, since it sought to point out and modify people's vices and defects.

Typical Baroque poems are:

In Spain and in Latin America there were two great movements that represented the Baroque: culteranismo and conceptismo.

Characteristics of the baroque poems of culteranismo

Characteristics of the baroque poems of conceptism

Examples of baroque poems

1. Fragment of "Fable of Polyphemus and Galatea", by Luis de Góngora

Of this, then, formidable of the land
yawn, the melancholic emptiness
to Polyphemus, horror of that mountain range,
barbarian hut is, shady hostel
and spacious fold where it encloses
how much the rough heights goats,
of the mountains, hides: beautiful copy
that a whistle gathers and a rock seals.

1. "Silence, in your tomb I deposit", by Juan de Tassis (sonnet)

Silence, in your grave I deposit
hoarse voice, blind pen and sad hand,
so that my pain does not sing in vain
to the given wind and written in the sand.

Tomb and death of oblivion I request,
although of notices more than of gray years,
where today more than reason I flatten myself,
and in time I will give him how much I take off.

I will limit wishes and hopes,
and in the orb of a clear disappointment
margins I will brief my life,

so that lures do not defeat me
of who tries to procure my harm
and caused such a generous flight.

1. Fragment of "Romance first", by the count of Villamedina

It is in the Plaza Mayor
all Madrid celebrating
with a celebration the days
of hers king of her Felipe Cuarto.
This one occupies, with the queen
and the heads of the palace,
the regal balcony dress
of tapestries and brocades.
In the others, they beautify
pastry chefs and apricots,
the great ones, with their ladies
and the noble courtiers,
they show off superb finery,
velvets and plumes.

1. "Sonnet V", by Gabriel Bocángel y Unzueta

Charge the sky on your first morning
human flower, undead, interrupted,
in faith that you lived here offended
that instant no more than you were human.

How early was your snow, or scarlet
from the wrath of the shaken wind!
How late to my hope with your life
you have taught us to chastise in vain!

If it is to the homeland of the light that you step on
deadly plea of ​​lover's voice reaches
It is a merit of loving what I do not see.

If it is your discretion in your power you warn
because she knows that you died my hope,
make you know that my desire is missing.

1. "Sonnet IX", by Pedro Soto de Rojas

You say good or bad, my lady,
you make me; I am so forgotten about you
that even alleviate my care with pain
you disturb my crazy fantasy.

You do me more harm than sustaining could
in which I have felt and you denied,
but, if you can, make me badly bent,
do me a thousand evils, out of courtesy.

That although it is enough to kill me
the one that you do to all of you by looking,
I want to die of evil stronger for you:

give me poison, give me, it burns me;
don't drink any of it, that's my luck
in rushing the poison to the glass.

1. "Soneto X", by Francisco de Trillo y Figueroa

In a rock fallen on the sea,
that a mountain, of the waves eaten away,
had its summit shaken,
much notice hiding in ruin little,

Daliso was a crazy hope
repeating from the sea to the deaf ear,
that to the hard they are of the tender crying,
scarcely without fear the sand touches.

If the wait is not firm even on a mountain,
Who in the faith of a trustworthy fortune?
he says over and over with a harsh breath;

If to this rock even the ruin reaches,
On what is my hope based?
in what, if the lesson never lingers.

1. "A lady saw herself in a crystal skull", by Luis de Sandoval y Zapata (sonnet)

In a crystal skull she was via,
in the learned mirror she chastised
the one that, when beauty looked at herself,
deadly light of beauty was attended to.

When secret fire introduced,
a diaphanous Troy was burning
and crystalline dust suspected
the one that shining eternity burned.

Ah, she says, how in the crystal I can see
to what most eternal shines:
it may be a lesson from ashes!

Death has to die, that as it was done
made of glass, which resembles life,
the same brittle death remained.

1. "Sonnet VI", by Agustín de Salazar y Torres

This happy example of loveliness
that shines in purple ardors,
if to give admiration dawns,
he is quick to not give lessons.

The spaces do not measure their fortune,
for when brief exhalation blooms,
of applause the sight is enriched
and of insults of the time it is assured.

For what age? If it doesn't improve
the pomp that shines in fragrant fire,
and at every moment he opposes a damage.

Too much eternity is an hour
to be a wonder in death
and not be disappointed in life.

1. Fragment of a letter by Luis de Góngora

Try others from the government
Of the world and its monarchies,
As they rule my days
Butters and soft bread,
And the winter mornings
Orangeade and brandy,
And people laugh.

Eat on golden crockery
The prince a thousand cares
Like golden pills;
That I on my poor table
I want more a blood sausage
That in the spit it bursts,
And people laugh.

1. Fragment of "Description of Carmelo, and praises of Santa Teresa", by Pedro Calderón de la Barca (romance)

In peaceful Samaria,
towards where the sun sets,
in emerald burial mound
lies a giant of flowers.

Green Atlantis of the skies,
so much his beauty opposes,
that, being heaven on earth,
it seems in the sky Mt.

Closing the way to the wind,
go up to the sphere, where
piece of heaven out,
to be some colors.

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