Frases de Luís de Camões
Luís de Camões
Fecha de nacimiento: 1524
Fecha de muerte: 10. Junio 1580
Luís Vaz de Camões o Camoens fue un escritor y poeta portugués, generalmente considerado como uno de los mayores poetas en lengua portuguesa; también escribió algunos sonetos en castellano.
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poeta austríacoFrases Luís de Camões
„The more I pay you, the more I owe.“
— Luís de Camões
Context: Since it gives me so much bliss
to give you everything I can
The more I pay you, the more I owe.
Quoted by Elizabeth Bishop in the dedication of Questions of Travel (1965) to Lota de Macedo Soares, her Brazilian lover.
„Better deserve them, and to go without;
Than have them undeserved“
— Luís de Camões
Context: For these vain honours, this false gold, give price
(Unless he have it in himself) to none,
Better deserve them, and to go without;
Than have them undeserved, without doubt.
Stanza 93, lines 5–8 (tr. Richard Fanshawe)
„I spoke, when rising through the darkened air,
Appalled, we saw a hideous phantom glare“
— Luís de Camões
Context: I spoke, when rising through the darkened air,
Appalled, we saw a hideous phantom glare;
High and enormous over the flood he towered,
And thwart our way with sullen aspect lowered.
An earthy paleness over his cheeks was spread,
Erect uprose his hairs of withered red;
Writhing to speak, his sable lips disclose,
Sharp and disjoined, his gnashing teeth's blue rows;
His haggard beard flowed quivering on the wind,
Revenge and horror in his mien combined;
His clouded front, by withering lightnings scared,
The inward anguish of his soul declared.
His red eyes, glowing from their dusky caves,
Shot livid fires: far echoing over the waves
His voice resounded, as the caverned shore
With hollow groan repeats the tempest's roar.
Cold gliding horrors thrilled each hero's breast,
Our bristling hair and tottering knees confessed
Wild dread, the while with visage ghastly wan,
His black lips trembling, thus the fiend began...
Stanzas 39–40 (tr. William Julius Mickle); description of Adamastor, the "Spirit of the Cape".
„The lover becomes the thing he loves“
— Luís de Camões
Context: The lover becomes the thing he loves
By virtue of much imagining;
Since what I long for is already in me,
The act of longing should be enough.
„Go, gentle spirit! now supremely blest“
— Luís de Camões
Context: Go, gentle spirit! now supremely blest,
From scenes of pain and struggling virtue go:
From thy immortal seat of heavenly rest
Behold us lingering in a world of woe!
(anonymous translation)
Meek spirit, who so early didst depart,
Thou art at rest in Heaven! I linger here,
And feed the lonely anguish of my heart;
Thinking of all that made existence dear.
(tr. Robert Southey)
My gentle spirit! thou who hast departed
So early, of this life in discontent,
Rest thou there ever, in Heaven's firmament,
While I live here on earth all broken-hearted.
tr. John James Aubertin, in Seventy Sonnets of Camoens (1881), p. 17
Dear gentle soul, you that departed
this life so soon and reluctantly,
rest in heaven eternally
while I remain here, broken-hearted.
tr. Langed White, in The Collected Lyric Poems of Luis de Camoes (2016), p. 357
„Love is a fire that burns unseen“
— Luís de Camões
Context: Love is a fire that burns unseen,
A wound that aches yet isn't felt,
An always discontent contentment,
A pain that rages without hurting,A longing for nothing but to long,
A loneliness in the midst of people,
A never feeling pleased when pleased,
A passion that gains when lost in thought.It's being enslaved of your own free will;
It's counting your defeat a victory;
It's staying loyal to your killer.But if it's so self-contradictory,
How can Love, when Love chooses,
Bring human hearts into sympathy?
Rimas, Sonnet 81 (as translated by Richard Zenith)<!-- http://portugal.poetryinternationalweb.org/piw_cms/cms/cms_module/index.php?obj_id=8436-->
„O glory of commanding! O vain thirst
Of that same empty nothing we call fame!“
— Luís de Camões
Context: But an old man of venerable look
(Standing upon the shore amongst the crowds)
His eyes fixed upon us (on ship-board), shook
His head three times, overcast with sorrow's clouds:
And (straining his voice more, than well could brook
His aged lungs: it rattled in our shrouds)
Out of a science, practice did attest,
Let fly these words from an oraculous breast:O glory of commanding! O vain thirst
Of that same empty nothing we call fame!
Stanzas 94–95 (tr. Richard Fanshawe); the Old Man of Restelo.
„Time changes, and our desires change.“
— Luís de Camões
Context: Time changes, and our desires change. What we
believe—even what we are—is ever-
changing. The world is change, which forever
takes on new qualities.
Selected Sonnets: A Bilingual Edition (2008), ed. William Baer, p. 70
„For, though in science much contained be,
In special cases practice more doth see.“
— Luís de Camões
Context: Great Sir, let never the astonished Gall
The English, German, and Italian,
Have cause to say, the fainting Portugal
Could not advance the great work he began.
Let your advisers be experienced all,
Such as have seen the world, and studied man.
For, though in science much contained be,
In special cases practice more doth see.
Stanza 152 (tr. Richard Fanshawe); the poet advising King Sebastian of Portugal, then eighteen years of age.
„You saw, with what unheard of insolence
The highest heavens they did invade of yore:
You saw, how (against reason, against sense)
They did invade the sea with sail and oar:
Actions so proud, so daring, so immense,
You saw; and we see daily more, and more:
That in few years (I fear) of heaven and sea,
Men, will be called gods; and but men, we.“
— Luís de Camões
Stanza 29 (tr. Richard Fanshawe); council of the sea gods.
„My song shall spread where ever there are men,
If wit and art will so much guide my pen.“
— Luís de Camões
Stanza 2, lines 7–8 (tr. Richard Fanshawe, 1655)
