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The lyric poetry It is a form of verbal expression that uses the word to convey a deep feeling, a reflection or a state of mind. This term is often used to name songs, songs and romances, and lyrical poetry should not be understood as synonymous with poetry as a literary genre.
The word lyrical It arises from the ancient Greek practice of reciting poetry accompanying the poet with musical instruments such as the lyre (also attributed to Erato, muse of poetry).
Sung or recited poetry is distinguished from dramatic or narrative poetry in that it is reserved for the private, loving and subjective sphere. Rather, he points to simple forms and the use of meter and rhyme, since his interest is focused on emotional recreation rather than the aesthetic achievement of his forms.
- See also: Poetry
Some traditional forms of lyric poetry are:
- The ode. Praise or poetic description of a thing, a person (usually a loved one or a hero) or a situation.
- Eclogue. Typical of pastoral poetry, it usually alludes to bucolic landscapes and wild experiences, through a characterization of the natural environment.
- The sonnet. Poem composed of fourteen hendecasyllable verses (11 syllables) provided with consonant rhyme, divided in turn into two stanzas of four and two of three verses (quartet and triplet) to achieve a melodic structure. For centuries it was considered the poetic form par excellence.
- The elegy. Song of pain, farewell or lament0.
- Madrigal. Mainly love poem, short in length but subjective in its forms and full of the almost confidential emotionality of the lover.
- The epigram. Short song, usually satirical, ironic or playful, in which the poet's wit and wit are shown.
Examples of lyrical poems
- "Sonnet" by Lope de Vega
A sonnet tells me to do Violante,
that in my life I have seen myself in so much trouble:
fourteen verses say it is a sonnet,
mocking mocking go the three ahead.
I thought I couldn't find a consonant
and I'm in the middle of another quartet;
but if I see myself in the first triplet,
there is nothing in quartets that scares me.
For the first triplet I am entering,
and it seems that I entered on the right foot,
Well, I am giving this verse the end.
I'm already in the second, and I still suspect
I'm going through the thirteen verses ending:
count if there are fourteen: it's done
- "Romance del Conde Arnaldos" (fragment) by anonymous author
Who would have such luck
on the waters of the sea,
as there was count Arnaldos
the morning of San Juan
going hunting
for his falcon to fatten,
saw a galley coming
who wants to get to land
the candles bring silk
torzal gold rigging
anchors have silver
slabs of fine coral (…)
- "Soneto XXIII" by Garcilaso de la Vega
While rose and lily
the color is shown in your gesture,
and that your ardent, honest look,
ignites the heart and restrains it;
and as long as the hair, that in the vein
the gold was chosen, with swift flight,
for the beautiful white collar, upright,
the wind moves, scatters and messes up;
take your joyful spring
the sweet fruit, before the angry time
cover the beautiful summit with snow.
The icy wind will wither the rose.
Everything will change the light age
for not moving his habit.
- "To a nose" (sonnet) by Francisco de Quevedo
Once upon a man stuck a nose,
once upon a superlative nose,
once upon a time there was a nose and write,
Once upon a very bearded swordfish.
It was a badly faced sundial,
once upon a pensive altar,
there was an elephant face up,
Ovidio Nasón was more narrated.
Once upon a spur of a galley,
once upon a pyramid in Egypt,
the twelve Tribes of noses was.
Once upon a very infinite nose,
so much nose, nose so fierce
that in the face of Annas it was a crime.
- "Rima LIII" (fragment) by Gustavo Adolfo Bécquer
The dark swallows will return
their nests to hang on your balcony,
and again with the wing to its crystals
playing they will call.
But those that the flight held back
your beauty and my happiness to contemplate,
those who learned our names ...
Those ... will not return!
The bushy honeysuckle will return
from your garden the walls to climb,
and again in the evening even more beautiful
its flowers will open. (…)
- "Black shadow" (fragment) by Rosalía de Castro
When I think that you left
black shadow that amazes me,
at the foot of my heads,
you come back making fun of me.
When I imagine that you are gone
in the same sun you show me,
and you are the star that shines,
And you are the wind that blows (…)
- "When losing you ..." by Ernesto Cardenal
When I lost you, you and I have lost:
I because you were the one I love the most
and you because I was the one who loved you the most.
But of us two you lose more than me:
because I will be able to love others as I loved you
But they won't love you like I loved you
- "Margarita, the sea is beautiful" (fragment) by Rubén Darío
Margarita, the sea is beautiful,
and the wind
It has a subtle essence of orange blossom:
your breath.
Since you're going to be far from me,
save, girl, a gentle thought
that one day he wanted to tell you
a story. (…)
- "CXXII" by Antonio Machado
I dreamed that you took me
down a white path,
in the middle of the green field,
towards the blue of the mountains,
towards the blue mountains,
a serene morning.
I felt your hand in mine
your hand as a companion,
your girl voice in my ear
like a new bell,
like a virgin bell
of a spring dawn.
They were your voice and your hand,
in dreams, so true! ...
Live hope who knows
what the earth swallows!
- "The definitive trip" by Juan Ramón Jiménez
And I will go. And the birds will stay, singing;
and my garden will remain with its green tree,
and with its white well.
Every afternoon the sky will be blue and placid;
and they will play, as this afternoon they are playing,
the bells of the belfry.
Those who loved me will die;
and the town will become new every year;
and in the corner of that my flowery and whitewashed garden,
my spirit will wander, nostalgic.
And I will go; And I'll be alone, homeless, treeless
green, no white well,
no blue and placid sky ...
And the birds will stay, singing.
- "The pirate's song" (fragment) by José de Espronceda
With ten cannonry per band,
Wind in their sails,
does not cut the sea, but flies
a brig sailboat.
The pirate ship they call,
for his bravery, The Feared,
in every known sea
from one to the other border. (…)
- "Ode I - Retired Life" (fragment) by Fray Luis de León
What a rested life
the one who flees from the madding world,
and continue hiding
path, where they have gone
the few wise men who have been in the world;
That does not cloud his chest
of the proud great the state,
nor the golden ceiling
is admired, manufactured
of the wise Moro, in sustained jasper! (…)
- “Vaquera de la Finojosa” (fragment) by the Marqués de Santillana
So beautiful girl
I did not see at the border,
like a cowgirl
of the Finojosa.
Building the road
from Calatraveño
to Santa Maria,
defeated from sleep,
through rough land
I lost the race
I saw the cowgirl
of the Finojosa. (…)
- "Coplas de Don Jorge Manrique for the death of his father" (fragment) by Jorge Manrique
Remember the sleeping soul,
revive the brain and wake up,
watching
how life is passed,
how death comes
so quiet;
how quickly the pleasure goes,
how, after agreed
gives pain,
how, in our opinion,
any past time
It was better. (…)
- "The spilled blood" (fragment) by Federico García Lorca
I don't want to see it!
Tell the moon to come
I don't want to see the blood
of Ignacio on the sand.
I don't want to see it!
The moon wide.
Horse of still clouds,
and the gray square of the dream
with willows on the barriers. (…)
See also:
- Poems of Romanticism
- Short poems
- Poetic images
