Jose Asuncion Silva
Jose Asuncion Silva along with Jose Marti, Julian del Casal, Salvador Diaz Miron, and Manuel Gutierrez Najera first wrote poetry in the modernist vein or Moderniso (Modernist poetry that often created an exotic tapestry and in some of its aspects it represented, like contemporary movements in other literatures, a rejection of the materialist world of the day).
His poems are supposed to be some of the most beautiful in the Spanish language. They are marked by technical innovations, haunting musical tones, and a brooding spirit of pessimism. Reflecting the spirit of European symbolism, they had great influence on Ruben Dario and other modernistas. The best known are Nocturno III, an elegy... more »
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Jose Asuncion Silva Poems
One night one night all full of murmurings, of perfumes and music of wings; one night in which fantastic fireflies burnt in the humid nuptial shadows,
The lamp that stands beside the crib Is not yet lighted to warm the gloom Of the blueish, opaque light falling
The little girl, though very ill, Went out one morning To wander, with faltering footsteps,
These recollections with the scent of ferns Are the idyll of early years (Gregorio Gutierrez González)
Si en tus recuerdos ves algún día entre la niebla de lo pasado surgir la triste memoria mía medio borrada ya por los años,
The Woodsmen Of San Juan
Until sunset! From the dawn! See the woodsmen of San Juan, They want bread before it’s gone!
For The Reader's Ear
No, that was not passion, It was the vague tenderness Inspired by a sickly child, Lang syne, and moon pale nights.
In a fragile vase In your chamber are Preserved butterflies That when touched by
Sinfonia Color de Fresa Con Leche
A ti (Silva)
Los maderos de San Juan
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one night all full of murmurings, of perfumes and music of wings;
in which fantastic fireflies burnt in the humid nuptial shadows,
slowly by my side, pressed altogether close, silent and pale,
as if a presentiment of infinite bitternesses
agitated you unto the most hidden fibers of your being,
along the flowering path which crosses the plain
and the full moon
in the infinite and profound blue heavens scattered its white light;
and your shadow,
fine and languid,
and my shadow ...