It is called "romanticismo”To the cultural and artistic movement that was born in Europe at the end of the XNUMXth century, specifically in Germany and the United Kingdom. The purpose of which was to give priority to feelings, far above rationalism and neoclassicism; so it is also considered a "revolution" in that sense.
At that time there were many works and artistic expressions in different areas such as literature, music and painting. However, in this post we want to emphasize works by the main authors of romanticism really amazing in the romanticism poetry, where poets tried to put aside the rule that neoclassicism carried, in order to focus more on the marginalized factors of social standards.
Discover these incredible poems of romanticism
Among the most prominent authors, we have Lord Byron, William Blake, Georg Philipp Freiherr, Walt Whitman, Gustavo Adolfo Bécquer, Victor Hugo, Samuel Taylor Coleridge, John Keats, Percy Bysshe Shelley, William Wordsworth, Edgar Allan Poe, among others. All of them related by their poems of romanticism, which for lovers of poetry of that genre, are true gods.
1. Remember me
"My lonely soul cries in silence,
except when my heart is
united to yours in celestial alliance
of mutual sighing and mutual love.
It is the flame of my soul like aurora,
shining in the sepulchral enclosure:
almost extinct, invisible, but eternal ...
not even death can stain it.
Remember me! ... Near my grave
do not pass, no, without giving me your prayer;
for my soul there will be no greater torture
than knowing that you have forgotten my pain.
Hear my last voice. It is not a crime
pray for those who were. I never
I asked you for nothing: when I expire I demand of you
that on my grave you shed your tears."
Author: Lord Bryan.
2. Annabel lee
It was many, many years ago
in a kingdom by the sea,
there lived a maiden whom you may know
by the name of Annabel Lee;
and this lady lived with no other desire
than to love me, and to be loved by me.
I was a boy, and she a girl
in that kingdom by the sea;
We love each other with a passion greater than love,
Me and my Annabel Lee;
with such tenderness that the winged seraphim
they wept rancor from on high.
And for this reason, a long, long time ago,
in that kingdom by the sea,
a wind blew from a cloud,
freezing my beautiful Annabel Lee;
grim ancestors came suddenly,
and they dragged her far away from me,
until she is locked in a dark grave,
in that kingdom by the sea.
The angels, half happy in Heaven,
They envied us, her to me.
Yes, that was the reason (as men know,
in that kingdom by the sea),
that the wind blew from the nocturnal clouds,
freezing and killing my Annabel Lee.
But our love was stronger, more intense
than that of all our ancestors,
greater than that of all the sages.
And no angel in his heavenly vault,
no devil under the ocean,
can never separate my soul
of my beautiful Annabel Lee.
Well the moon never shines without bringing me sleep
of my beautiful companion.
And the stars never rise without evoking
her radiant eyes.
Even today, when the tide dances at night,
I lie down next to my beloved, my beloved;
to my life and my beloved,
in his grave by the waves,
in his grave by the roaring sea.
Author Edgar Allan Poe.
3. About the pain of another
Can I watch someone's pain
without feeling sadness with him?
Can I contemplate someone's regret
without trying to alleviate it?
Can I watch the shed tear
without sharing the pain?
Can a father see his son cry
without submitting to grief?
Can a mother listen indifferently
the lament of a child, the fear of an infant?
Nerd! Impossible!
That will never, ever be possible.
Can he who smiles at everything
hear the moans of the bird?
Listen to your needy and sorrowful little ones?
Hear the crying of suffering children?
Without sitting by the nest
sprinkling pity on her breasts?
Without sitting by the crib
pouring tears over the tears of the child?
And not spend day and night
drying our tears?
Oh no, that will never be possible.
It will never, never be possible.
He reserves his joy to us all;
becomes young;
he becomes a compassionate man.
He too is in pain.
Think that you are incapable of sighing a sigh,
without your maker being by your side;
Think you can't cry a tear
without your maker not crying.
Ah, it gives us joy
that destroys our sorrows.
Until our pain is emptied
together with us he will mourn.
Author William Blake.
4. The Giaour
But first, on earth, as a sent vampire,
your corpse from the grave will be exiled;
then, livid, you will wander through what was your home,
and the blood of yours you have to pluck;
there, of your daughter, sister and wife,
At midnight, the fountain of life will dry up;
Although you abominate that banquet, you must, necessarily,
nurture your livid walking corpse,
your victims, before they expire,
they will see their lord in the devil;
cursing you, cursing yourself,
your wilting flowers are on the stem.
But one that for your crime must fall,
the youngest, among all, the most loved,
calling you father, he will bless you:
This word will engulf your heart in flames!
But you must finish your work and observe
the last color on her cheeks;
from his eyes the final sparkle,
and his glassy gaze you must see
freeze on the lifeless blue;
with impious hands you will undo later
the braids of her golden hair,
that were caressed by you loops
and with disheveled promises of tender love;
But now you take it away,
monument to your agony!
With your own best blood they will gush
your gnashing teeth and haggard lips;
then to your gloomy grave you will walk;
go, and with demons and spirits delirium,
until they run away from shocked horror
of a specter more abominable than they.
Author Lord Byron.
5. Before you I will die
Before you I will die: hidden
in the bowels already
the iron I carry with which he opened your hand
the wide mortal wound.
Before you I will die: and my spirit,
in his tenacious endeavor
will sit at the gates of Death,
that you call to wait.
With the hours the days, with the days
the years will fly,
and to that door you will knock at the end.
Who stops calling?
So that your guilt and your remains
the earth will keep,
washing you in the waves of death
as in another Jordan.
There where the murmur of life
trembling to die goes,
like the wave that comes to the beach
silent to expire.
There where the tomb that closes
open an eternity,
everything that the two of us have kept silent
we have to talk about it.
Author Gustavo Adolfo Becquer.
6. Restless love
Through the rain, through the snow,
Through the tempest I go!
Among the sparkling caves,
On the misty waves I go,
Always forward, always!
Peace, rest, have flown.
Quick through the sadness
I wish to be slaughtered
That all the simplicity
Sustained in life
Be the addiction of a longing,
Where the heart feels for the heart,
Seeming to both burn
Seeming that they both feel.
How am I going to fly?
In vain were all the confrontations!
Bright crown of life,
Turbulent bliss,
Love, you are this!
Author Goethe.
7. On
Will you forget the happy hours that we buried
In the sweet bedrooms of love,
Crowding over their cold corpses
The fleeting echoes of a leaf and a flower?
Flowers where joy fell,
And leaves where hope still dwells.
Will you forget the dead, the past?
They are not yet ghosts that can take revenge;
Memories that make the heart their grave,
Laments that glide over the gloom,
Whispering with horrible voices
That the happiness felt turns into pain.
Author Percy Bysshe Shelle.
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Moon that I let pass returns to me with another light that illuminates my walk with time of love and of believing in you as life itself, do not separate me from the earth to sink into the abyss, something that you would feel and I would share it because my union with you are like a bond that no one can separate neither in the storm of the sea nor the storm in the mountain, I hope to see you soon with the eyes of a child in love and give you my heart in the distance and want to follow you day by day with the light that I one day without wanting to erase.
Moon that I let pass returns to me with another light that illuminates my walk with time of love and of believing in you as life itself, do not separate me from the earth to sink into the abyss, something that you would feel and I would share it because my union with you are like a bond that no one can separate neither in the storm of the sea nor the storm in the mountain, I hope to see you soon with the eyes of a child in love and give you my heart in the distance and want to follow you day by day with the light that I one day without wanting to erase.