Cujas poems on Hello Poetry

Marco Raimondi Jun 2017

Narrador:
O sol, fadando aos seus desmaios,
Em falta de luz aureolava
A face natura com seus distantes raios;
A areia qual aos clarões brilhava,
Neste sol d'agora dorme junto às figueiras
Às terras, aos vales, às distantes matas altaneiras

Gaia, que nas folhas de carvalho
Rompe a escuridão do céu vultuoso
E jorra em seu corpo as águas d'orvalho
Cobre-se, nas horas, d'um véu moroso;
Quando olham ao zênite, estrelas podem ver
Como áureo tesouro a na escuridão se irromper

Por este turvo azul sidéreo,
Entre as florestas tem-se o canto,
E dos troncos retorcidos, um mistério
Cuja noite predomina em seu encanto,
Cobrindo as nuvens do olhar,
Com seu etéreo resplendor lunar

Divagam as almas que dormem
E divagam as que repousam, sob o sentir de fantasia
As mais atormentadas, que de sonhos envolvem,
Veem nos vastos pesadelos dores de uma visão sombria;
Se em prantos, quando dormem, não podem culminar
Vezes quebram, em gritos e desatino, um longo calar

Destes prantos, cujas lágrimas caem nas profundezas
Ressoam em uma perdição do infinito
Entoando pérolas e cânticos desta proeza
Que é constituir, no espírito, o próprio mito;
Tudo não mais cintila, Gaia se cobre,
Os olhos da matéria se fecham após tanto obre

Enfim, fez-se da natureza uma realidade escrava
Na qual os dias, tão somente o tempo envenena
Mas Gaia, quando os serenos campos lava
A realidade, a mudança é ela quem condena,
À miséria dos povos, as glórias, a graça
Tudo é ao tempo, que a natureza trespassa

O lar dos sentires se silencia sob aurora
Todos desprezos, amores e outros enganos
Agrados, estupores, inclemências de outrora
Contiguamente extinguem-se, ao eclipsar dos raios meridianos
O som enleia as serranias noturnas
Sussurrando longínqua a madrugada soturna

É a glória do Destino! Ânsia abissal e dolorida,
Aprisionando a natureza em seu prazer de ilusão
Subitamente, em brumas, um estirpe que é vida
Das lembranças renovadas, canções d'uma visão
Logo o sol nascerá em amplitude
E clarear-se-á o dia em suas virtudes

Idália, a vaguear nos cúmulos imaginários
Vê as estrelas em umedecidos rochedos
A ecoarem devaneios visionários
As névoas quais, do delírio, são divinos segredos,
Empíreo enigma, perpetua-se em infinita imensidade,
Que há de trovejar os pensamentos na obscura eternidade

Julia Jaros Nov 2016

Como matemática

Escuta com atenção o que vou te falar
Importante
Urgente
Talvez indiferente
Mas necessário, sem alvará.

Como posso começar?
É difícil explicar
E se não existirem palavras
Nem desenhos ou qualquer coisa para representar
Decretada a agonia estará.

Ok, lá vou eu
talvez vou numerar
correr pelo meu subconsciente para caçar
formas de expressar essa merda.

Era uma vez uma moça cujas palavras não sabia formular.

#words #sad #girl #brazil #portugues #brasil #portuguese #memorias #triste

Johnny Noiπ Nov 2018

American Poetry Untitled

American poetry, the poetry of the United States,
arose first as efforts by colonists to add their voices
to English poetry in the 17th century well before
the constitutional unification of the thirteen colonies,
although before this unification a strong oral
tradition often likened to poetry existed among
Native American societies. Unsurprisingly, most of
the early colonists' work relied on contemporary
British models of poetic form, diction, and theme.
However, in the 19th century a distinctive American
idiom began to emerge. By the later part of that century,
when Walt Whitman was winning an enthusiastic
audience abroad poets from the United States had
begun to take their place at the forefront of the
English-language avant-garde.

Anne Bradstreet (March 20, 1612 – September 16, 1672),
née Dudley, was the most prominent of early English
poets of North America and first writer in England's
North American colonies to be published. She is the first
Puritan figure in American Literature and notable for her
large corpus of poetry as well as personal writings
published posthumously.

Born to a wealthy Puritan family in Northampton, England,
Bradstreet was a well-read scholar especially affected by
the works of Du Bartas. A mother of eight children and the
wife of a public officer in the New England community,
Bradstreet wrote poetry in addition to her other duties. Her
early works read in the style of Du Bartas but her later
writings develop into her unique style of poetry which centers
on her role as a mother, her struggles with the sufferings
of life and her Puritan faith.

Guillaume de Saluste Du Bartas (1544, Monfort – July 1590,
Mauvezin) was a Gascon Huguenot courtier and poet.
Trained as a doctor of law, he served in the court of Henri
de Navarre for most of his career. Du Bartas was celebrated
across sixteenth- and seventeenth-century Europe for his
divine poetry, particularly L'Uranie (1584), Judit (1584),
La Sepmaine; ou, Creation du monde (1578), and La Seconde
Semaine (1584-1603).

Relatively little is known about Du Bartas’ life.
Born in 1544, Guillaume Sallustre descended from
a family of wealthy merchants in Montfort (in the
Armagnac region). His family name later became
‘Saluste’ rather than 'Sallustre', perhaps to invite
comparison with the Roman historian Sallust. He
was possibly a student at College de Guyenne in Bordeaux
(Michel de Montaigne’s school), and studied law
in Toulouse under Jacques Cujas: he became a doctor
of law in 1567, and subsequently a judge in Montfort
in 1571. He gained the lordship of nearby Bartas
(becoming Sieur Du Bartas) on his father’s death in 1566.
He married Catherine de Manas, a local noblewoman,
in 1570 and they had four daughters together: Anne,
Jeanne, Marie and Isabeau.

#found #wikipedia #americanpoetry

Victor Hugo

Amour

Amour ! « Loi, » dit Jésus. « Mystère, » dit Platon.
Sait-on quel fil nous lie au firmament ? Sait-on
Ce que les mains de Dieu dans l'immensité sèment ?
Est-on maître d'aimer ? pourquoi deux êtres s'aiment,
Demande à l'eau qui court, demande à l'air qui fuit,
Au moucheron qui vole à la flamme la nuit,
Au rayon d'or qui veut baiser la grappe mûre !
Demande à ce qui chante, appelle, attend, murmure !
Demande aux nids profonds qu'avril met en émoi
Le cœur éperdu crie : « Est-ce que je sais, moi ?
Cette femme a passé : je suis fou. C'est l'histoire.
Ses cheveux étaient blonds, sa prunelle était noire ;
En plein midi, joyeuse, une fleur au corset,
Illumination du jour, elle passait ;
Elle allait, la charmante, et riait, la superbe ;
Ses petits pieds semblaient chuchoter avec l'herbe ;
Un oiseau bleu volait dans l'air, et me parla ;
Et comment voulez-vous que j'échappe à cela ?
Est-ce que je sais, moi ? c'était au temps des roses ;
Les arbres se disaient tout bas de douces choses ;
Les ruisseaux l'ont voulu, les fleurs l'ont comploté.
J'aime ! » Ô Bodin, Vouglans, Delancre ! prévôté,
Bailliage, châtelet, grand'chambre, saint-office,
Demandez le secret de ce doux maléfice
Aux vents, au frais printemps chassant l'hiver hagard,
Au philtre qu'un regard boit dans l'autre regard,
Au sourire qui rêve, à la voix qui caresse,
À ce magicien, à cette charmeresse !
Demandez aux sentiers traîtres qui, dans les bois,
Vous font recommencer les mêmes pas cent fois,
À la branche de mai, cette Armide qui guette,
Et fait tourner sur nous en cercle sa baguette !
Demandez à la vie, à la nature, aux cieux,
Au vague enchantement des champs mystérieux !
Exorcisez le pré tentateur, l'antre, l'orme !
Faite, Cujas au poing, un bon procès en forme
Aux sources dont le cœur écoute les sanglots,
Au soupir éternel des forêts et des flots.
Dressez procès-verbal contre les pâquerettes
Qui laissent les bourdons froisser leurs collerettes ;
Instrumentez ; tonnez. Prouvez que deux amants
Livraient leur âme aux fleurs, aux bois, aux lacs dormants,
Et qu'ils ont fait un pacte avec la lune sombre,
Avec l'illusion, l'espérance aux yeux d'ombre,
Et l'extase chantant des hymnes inconnus,
Et qu'ils allaient tous deux, dès que brillait Vénus,
Sur l'herbe que la brise agite par bouffées,
Danser au bleu sabbat de ces nocturnes fées,
Éperdus, possédés d'un adorable ennui,
Elle n'étant plus elle et lui n'étant plus lui !
Quoi ! nous sommes encore aux temps où la Tournelle,
Déclarant la magie impie et criminelle,
Lui dressait un bûcher par arrêt de la cour,
Et le dernier sorcier qu'on brûle, c'est l'Amour !

Juillet 1843.

Johnny Noiπ Nov 2018

The Power of Michael

***** of American Poetry and Poetry in the United States,
Most settlers are the source from which it was made
for the first time, a piece of diligence, added to the words
of God, In the Latin language, even before 17 years old.
Did the union say thirteen colonies before the unification
of hardness and resistance? I do not see what happened,
as if I had been born, the same thought for poetic words
would follow. As expected, most of the settlers on the first
day of work, Brittany's beauty models are showing up.
However, in the nineteenth century the American independent
custom began. He came to the world. Promote Walt Whitman
The poet and the audience outside the United States
against the English avant-garde.

Anne Bradstreet (March 20, 1612 to September 16, 1672)
And Dudley in the morning, that is the poet in North America,
the prostitutes are the first in England and all the carrots
in the American colonies. First important figure for language
and flag; poet of his body, that is, Four politicians.

There is at least an escape from hatred born of a rich Norwegian,
England. He continued reading the feelings, the most important
work of Bradstreet Bysterveldt. Of the eight children,
their ******* and their mother, New England in its meeting
for the public. Bradstreet wrote poetry in addition to his other
functions. Of yours First, this works satisfactorily.
The fact is that we developed a unique style of poetry
written on it. *** mother of your mission of war and disease
of the city. The life of the Puritans was one.

Guillaume de Saluste correctly (1544, Monfort - July 1590;
Mauvezin) Huguenot Gascon official who was also a poet.
As doctors, lawyers and served in Henry's court.
Great circuits of Navarre. It's a good celebration
the seventh and the tenth but the narrow part of Europe
and the world which is XVI, in his divine poetry,
especially L'Peale (1584), Liber (1584) La sepmaine.
or the creation of du monde (1578), the *******
and La Seconde. Flag (1584-1603).

Therefore, little is known about the extent to which we live.
Born in 1544, THOMAS descends from Salus.
The family of wealthy merchants Montfort (with
Armagnac area). Later it became his surname.
"Salluste" instead of "you can invite Sallustis",
The Roman historian Sallustis and that it was possible
for a student at the Guyenne School in Bordeaux
(Montaigne, Michel School) and the law studied
the ***** Jacques Cujas of Toulouse and became
a legal practitioner in 1567, a judge in the mountains.
1571. This is difficult to touch lightly insured.
(Charles du became slow) until the death of his father
in 1566. He directed the four prostitutes and Katharine,
and took them out of the human will; there is a prince,
all four at the same time, another ******* and Anna,
1570. Huaña, María del fuego was a *****
and took Isabeau, El and San Juan de Santo Tomás de
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sitting on the beach For example, without any glory,
a sick childhood in the land of ***** under the heat
of the sun is a happy dance; The dog and the injuries
to Thomas, the donkey and the dog died immediately
when the police investigated whether the procession
of the Santos adjustment keys did not agree. About two
years ago, dozens of oxen, prostitutes and bosses
of prostitutes and real fingers, **** and base
of the tongue, which should stay in T unless the **** girl
is the way the wind fell on the *** of the sword.
|And to the water boat to make the planet's culture's bad
night, it is clear that the officers, the bats of the moment,
would have the power of Michael.

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