Jose Maria de Heredia
Jose Maria de Heredia Poems
- The Flute Evening is here. Some pigeons cross the ...
- Antony And Cleopatra On Egypt sleeping under sky of ...
- Death Of The Eagle Although beyond the eternal snows, ...
- Sea Bleeze The winter has deflowered garden and ...
- The Runner As when at Delphi, Thymus close behind, He flew ...
- Life Of The Dead When over us the cross its shadow ...
- To The Divine Mountains Blue glaciers, peaks of marble, ...
a Cuban-born French poet. He was the fifteenth member elected for seat 4 of the Académie française during 1894.
Heredia was born at Fortuna Cafeyere, near Santiago de Cuba of Spanish Criollo and French ancestry. At the age of eight he went from the West Indies to France, returning then to Havana at age seventeen, and finally making France his home not long afterwards. He received his classical education with the priests of Saint Vincent at Senlis, and after his visit to Havana he studied at the Ecole des Chartes at Paris. During the later 1860s, with François Edouard Joachim Coppée, René François Armand Sully-Prudhomme, Paul Verlaine and others less ... more »
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Evening is here. Some pigeons cross the sky.
Nothing so well an amorous fever chains
As when with pipe to lip its soothing strains
Blend with the rush-grown stream's fresh melody.
In shade of plane-tree where at ease we lie
The grass is soft. Let, friend, that goat which feigns
Indifference to the trembling kid she weans,
Climb up the rock and browse the herbage nigh.
With seven unequal stems of hemlock made,
Well joined with wax, my flute, or sharply played
Or grave, will weep, or moan, or joyous sing.
Come. Try Silenus' art that knows no ...