5 Poems of Literary Classicism by Known Authors

The poems of literary classicism have a writing style that consciously emulates the forms and theme of classical antiquity.

Literary classicism was a very popular movement in the mid-1700s to about 1800. It consisted in the search for the ideal, both in form and content..

Poems of literary classicism

This selection of poems from literary classicism contains poems by Spanish writers.

However, with respect to poems of literary classicism in other latitudes, the authors highlighted: Dante (Italian author, with his epic poem The Divine Comedy), Alexander Pope (English author, with The stolen curl, among others), Robinson Jeffers ( 20th century American author, with Cawdor and other poems) and many other.

The popcorn (by José Iglesias de la Casa)

A white dove
Snow,
it has stung my soul;
it hurts a lot.

Sweet dove,
How do you pretend
hurt the soul
who loves you from?

Your beautiful peak
provided pleasures,
but in my chest
it stung like a serpent.

Well tell me, ungrateful,
Why do you pretend
become evil
giving you goods?

Oh! nobody trust
of aleves birds;
that to the one who alhagan,
much more hurt.

A white dove

Snow,

it has stung my soul:

it hurts a lot

Giving up love and lyrical poetry on the occasion of the death of Phillies (by José Cadalso)

While the sweet garment of mine lived,
Love, sonorous verses you inspired me;
I obeyed the law that you dictated to me,
and his forces gave me poetry.

But oh! that since that fateful day
that deprived me of the good that you admired,
to the point without empire in me you found yourself,
and I found lack of ardor in my Talía.

Well, the tough Grim Reaper does not erase his law,
whom Jove himself cannot resist,
I forget the Pindo and I leave the beauty.

And you also give up your ambition,
and next to Phillies have a grave
your useless arrow and my sad lyre.

Ode XXXIV (by Juan Meléndez Valdés)

With that same fire
that your eyes look,
you give me death
and to your dove life.

You lovingly fill it
with them of joy,
and the raw love for them
saetas thousand shoot me.

Her in every look
go, Fili, a caress;
I, the rigors alone
of your haughty elusiveness.

Thus I exclaim a thousand times:
"Who was little dove!
Trocara before your eyes
my sorrows in delights ".

The Bee and the Cuckoo (Fable of Tomás de Iriarte)

Leaving the apiary,   
the bee said to the cuckoo:   
Shut up, because it won't let me   
your ungrateful voice work.   

There is no such annoying bird
in singing like you:   
Cuckoo, cuckoo and more cuckoo,   
and always the same thing!
Does my song tire you the same?   
(the cuckoo replied :)
Well, by faith I can't find   
variety in your honeycomb;   

and then that in the same way   
you make one hundred,   
if I do not invent anything new,
everything in you is very old.   

To this the bee replies:   
In utility work,   
lack of variety   
It is not what hurts the most

but in destined work   
just to taste and fun,   
if the invention is not varied,
everything else is nothing.

To some wondering friends (by Félix María Samaniego)

Tenths

To give me what to understand,
you offer at my choice
three beautiful things that are
dream, money or woman.
So hear my opinion
in this loose example:
his mother to a determined child
soup or egg offered,
and the child replied:
Mother, I ... all mixed up.

But if you insist
in which of the three choose,
the difficulty is lazy,
to see it at the moment you go.
I hope you don't have me
for rude, yes to say
I prepare, to fulfill,
the truth without pretense;
what do the commandments say
the eighth, don't lie.

It won't be my choice
the woman ... because, I know
what is she so ... what ...
the men ... but, shit!,
I have veneration for it;
and for me they do not have to know
that for the better to lose
the devil to Job his virtue,
took children and health
and the woman left him.

I dream, I only have to want
the precise to my person,
because sometimes he abandons her
when it is most needed.
Thing is that I can't see,
anyway a complaint,
for a flea it leaves me;
it goes away and why I don't know;
and it makes me so angry that
I have it between my eyebrows.

Oh money without a second,
spring of such a wonder
what do you put in motion
this world machine!
For you the deep sea sails
the sailor on a stick;
for you the brave warrior
look for the greatest danger ...
Well, despite Fuenmayor,
I prefer you, money.

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