25 great poems by Gustavo Adolfo Bécquer

Gustavo Adolfo Becquer (1836-1870) is one of the poets of the period called "romanticism”More relevant, the influences of this famous poet reach even today, being mandatory reading in our educational system.

This Sevillian writer reached his greatest fame after his own death and his most influential work is the known by all: "Rimas y Leyendas", being highly recommended for any music enthusiast. gender.

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The best verses and poems of Gustavo Adolfo Bécquer

Who would not like to remember some of the beautiful poems of this writer? Then you can enjoy 25 great poems by Gustavo Adolfo Bécquer, which are certainly very interesting and romantic.

1. Rhyme XXV

When at night they surround you

The tulle wings of the dream

and your long lashes

they resemble ebony bows,

for listening to the heartbeat

of your restless heart

and recline your asleep

head on my chest,

Give, my soul,

how much I have,

the light, the air

And thinking!

When your eyes are nailed

in an invisible object

and your lips illuminate

of a smile the reflection,

for reading on your forehead

the quiet thought

what happens like the cloud

of the sea on the wide mirror,

Give, my soul,

how much I want,

the fame, the gold,

the glory, the genius!

When your tongue is mute

and your breath hurries,

and your cheeks light up

and you narrow your black eyes,

to see between her eyelashes

shine with damp fire

the burning spark that sprouts

from the volcano of desires,

give, my soul,

because I wait,

faith, spirit,

the earth, the sky.

2. The dark swallows will return

The dark swallows will return

their nests to hang on your balcony,

and again with the wing to your 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... They 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.

But those curds of dew

whose drops we watched tremble

and fall like tears of the day ...

those... They will not return!

They will return from the love in your ears

the burning words to sound,

your heart from its deep sleep

maybe it will wake up.

But dumb and absorbed and on my knees

as she worships God before an altar,

as I have loved you... get off the hook,

no one will love you.

3. Rhyme XXX

She had a tear in her eyes

Y... my lip a phrase of forgiveness;

pride spoke and wiped away a cry,

And the phrase on my lip expired

I go one way, she another;

but thinking of our mutual love,

I still say: Why did I keep quiet that day?

And she will say: Why didn't I cry? It is a matter of words, and yet

neither you nor me ever,

after the past we will agree

whose fault is it

Too bad I love a dictionary

have nowhere to find

when pride is just pride

and when is dignity!

4. Rhyme xlv

In the key of the safe bad bow

whose stones time has reddened,

rude chisel work camped

the gothic blazon.

Plume of his granite helmet,

the ivy that hung around

it gave shade to the shield in which a hand

he had a heart.

To contemplate him in the deserted square

we both stood up.

And, that, he told me, is the true emblem

of my constant love.

Oh, it's true what he told me then:

true that the heart

he will carry it in his hand... anywhere...

but not in the chest.

5. What is poetry?

What is poetry?, you say while you nail

in my pupil your blue pupil.

What is poetry! And you ask me?

Poetry... Are you.

6. Rhyme LVI

Today like yesterday, tomorrow like today

And always the same!

A gray sky, an eternal horizon

and walk... walk.

Moving to the beat like a fool

machine the heart;

the clumsy intelligence of the brain

asleep in a corner.

The soul, that aspires for a paradise,

looking for him without faith;

fatigue without object, rolling wave

ignoring why.

Voice that incessant with the same tone

sing the same song,

monotonous drop of water falling

and falls without ceasing.

So the days go by

one of the others in post,

today the same as yesterday... and all of them

without joy or pain.

Oh! Sometimes I remember sighing

of the old suffering!

Bitter is the pain but even

to suffer is to live!

7. Rhyme I

I know a giant and strange hymn

that announces a dawn in the night of the soul,

and these pages are from that hymn

cadences that the air expands in the shadows.

I would like to write to him, about the man

taming the rebellious petty language,

with words that were at the same time

sighs and laughs, colors and notes.

But it is in vain to fight; there is no figure

able to lock him up, and just oh! beautifull!

if having yours in my hands

I could sing it to you alone.

8. Rhyme II

Flying arrow

crosses, thrown at random,

and it is not known where

trembling it will be nailed;

leaf that of the dry tree

snatch the gale,

without anyone hitting the groove

where to dust it will return.

Giant wave that the wind

curls and pushes into the sea

and rolls and passes and is ignored

what beach looking goes.

Light that in trembling fences

shines about to expire,

and what is not known about them

what the last will be.

That's me

I cross the world without thinking

where do i come from or where

my steps will carry me.

9. Sighs are air and go to the air

Sighs are air and go to the air!

Tears are water and they go to the sea!

Tell me, woman: when love is forgotten,

Do you know where she is going?

10. Rhyme XXIII

For a look, a world,

for a smile, a sky,

for a kiss... I do not know

what would I give you for a kiss.

11. Rhyme LXVII

How beautiful it is to see the day

crowned with fire to rise,

and his kiss of fire

the waves shine and the air ignite!

How beautiful it is after the rain

of the sad Autumn in the blue afternoon,

of the wet flowers

the perfume breathe in until you are satisfied!

How beautiful it is when flaked

the white silent snow falls,

from the restless flames

see the reddish tongues waving!

How beautiful it is when there is sleep

sleep well... and snoring like a sochantre ...

and eat... and get fat... And what a fortune

that this alone is not enough!

12. Rhyme XXVI

I go against my interest to confess it,

nevertheless, my beloved,

I think that an ode is only good

of a bank note written on the back.

There will be no lack of a fool who upon hearing it

make crosses and say:

Woman at the end of the nineteenth century

material and prosaic... Nonsense!

Voices that make four poets run

that in winter are muffled with the lyre!

Dogs barking at the moon!

You know and I know that in this life,

with genius it is very rare who writes it,

and with gold anyone makes poetry.

13. Rhyme LVIII

Do you want that delicious nectar

do not make the dregs bitter?

Well breathe it in, bring it close to your lips

and leave him later.

Do you want us to keep a sweet

memory of this love?

Well, let's love each other a lot today and tomorrow

Let's say goodbye!

14. Rhyme LXXII

The waves have vague harmony,

the sweet smelling violets,

silver mists the cold night,

light and gold the day,

me something better;

I have love!

Aura of applause, radiant cloud,

wave of envy that kisses the foot.

Island of dreams where it rests

the anxious soul.

Sweet drunkenness

Glory is!

Burning ember is the treasure,

shadow that flees vanity.

Everything is a lie: the glory, the gold,

what i adore

it's only true:

freedom!

So the boatmen passed by singing

the eternal song

and at the stroke of a paddle the foam skipped

and the sun hurt her.

- Are you boarding? they yelled, and I was smiling

I told them in passing:

I have already embarked, by signs that I still have

clothes on the beach hanging out to dry.

15. Tired of the dance

Tired of the dance,

the color lit, the breath short,

leaning on my arm

He stopped at one end of the living room.

Between the slight gauze

that raised the throbbing bosom,

a flower was swaying

in compassionate and sweet movement.

As in a mother-of-pearl cradle

that pushes the sea and caresses the zephyr,

maybe there he slept

at the breath of his parted lips.

Oh! Who like that, I thought,

let time slip!

Oh! if the flowers sleep,

What a sweet dream!

16. Rhyme LV

Between the discord of the orgy

caressed my ear

as a note of distant music,

the echo of a sigh.

The echo of a sigh that I know

formed from a breath that I have drunk,

perfume of a flower that hides grows

in a gloomy cloister.

My beloved one day, sweetheart,

-What are you thinking about? he told me:

-In nothing... -Nothing and are you crying? - It's that I have

the sadness glad and the wine sad.

17. Rhyme L

What the savage that with a clumsy hand

makes a log at her whim a god

and then before his work he kneels,

that's what you and me did.

We gave real shapes to a ghost

of the mind ridiculous invention

and made the idol already, we sacrifice

on her altar our love.

18. The Forgotten Harp

Of its owner perhaps forgotten,

silent and dusty,

the harp was seen.

How much note slept on his strings,

like the bird sleeps on the branches,

waiting for the snow hand

that he knows how to tear them off!

Oh, I thought, how many times the genius

thus sleeps in the depths of the soul,

and a voice like Lazarus waits

tell him "Get up and walk!"

19. Rhyme XLVII

I have looked out into the deep chasms

of the earth and of the sky,

and I have seen the end or with my eyes

or with thought.

But oh! from a heart I reached the abyss

and I leaned in for a moment,

and my soul and my eyes were troubled:

It was so deep and so black!

20. Rhyme XXII

How does that rose that you lit live

next to your heart?

Never before did I contemplate in the world

next to the volcano the flower.

21. Rhyme XLIX

Do I ever find her around the world

and pass by me

and he passes by smiling and I say

How can you laugh?

Then another smile appears on my lip

mask of pain,

and then I think: -Maybe she laughs,

how I laugh.

22. Rhyme XLIV

Like in an open book

I read from your pupils in the background.

What to pretend the lip

laughter that is denied with the eyes?

Cry! Do not be ashamed

to confess that you loved me a little.

Cry! Nobody looks at us.

You see; I'm a man... and I also cry.

23. Rhyme XCI

The sun will be able to cloud forever;

The sea can dry up in an instant;

The axis of the earth may be broken

Like a weak crystal.

Everything will happen! May death

Cover me with the funereal crepe of him;

But it can never be turned off in me

The flame of your love.

24. Rhyme XLII

When they told me I felt the cold

of a steel blade in the entrails,

I leaned against the wall, and for a moment

I lost consciousness of where he was.

The night fell on my spirit

in anger and pity the soul is flooded. And then I understood why he cries!

And then I understood why he kills himself!

The cloud of pain passed... with regret

I managed to stammer brief words ...

Who gave me the news... A faithful friend ...

He was doing me a great favor... I thanked.

25. Rhyme XLVIII

How iron is pulled from a wound

I ripped his love from my gut,

Even though I felt that life

ripped me off with him!

From the altar that I raised in my soul

the Will cast its image,

and the light of faith that burned in her

before the deserted altar it was extinguished.

Even to combat my firm determination

his tenacious vision comes to mind ...

When can I sleep with that dream

where does dreaming end?