Guitar in poetry

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eno
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Guitar in poetry

Post by eno » Mon Jun 05, 2017 3:24 am

Please share you favourite poetry on guitar (respecting copyrights of course)

***
William Shakespeare
“Orpheus with his lute made trees”
(from Henry VIII)

Orpheus with his lute made trees,
And the mountain tops that freeze,
Bow themselves when he did sing:
To his music plants and flowers
Ever sprung; as sun and showers
There had made a lasting spring.
Every thing that heard him play,
Even the billows of the sea,
Hung their heads, and then lay by.
In sweet music is such art,
Killing care and grief of heart
Fall asleep, or hearing, die.

***

Federico Garcia Lorca
La Guitarra

Empieza el llanto
de la guitarra.
Se rompen las copas
de la madrugada.
Empieza el llanto
de la guitarra.
Es inútil
callarla.
Es imposible
callarla.
Llora monótona
como llora el agua,
como llora el viento
sobre la nevada.
Es imposible
callarla.
Llora por cosas
lejanas.
Arena del Sur caliente
que pide camelias blancas.
Llora flecha sin blanco,
la tarde sin mañana,
y el primer pájaro muerto
sobre la rama.
¡Oh guitarra!
Corazón malherido
por cinco espadas.

(this is one of the most beautiful poems on guitar but English translation is under copyright so please look on the web)
***

Federico Garcia Lorca
Memento

Cuando yo me muera,
enterradme con mi guitarra
bajo la arena.

Cuando yo me muera,
entre los naranjos
y la hierbabuena.

Cuando yo me muera,
enterradme si queréis
en una veleta.

¡Cuando yo me muera!

When I die,
bury me with my guitar
under the sand.
When I die,
among the orange and mint.
When I die,
bury me, if you would, in a weather vane.
When I die!
***
Paulino Bernabe 'India' 2001
Masaru Kohno No.6 1967
Rokutaro Nakade 1967, 1962

Jeffrey Armbruster
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Re: Guitar in poetry

Post by Jeffrey Armbruster » Mon Jun 05, 2017 4:33 am

Wallace Stevens, first strophe The Man with the Blue Guitar:

The man bent over his guitar,
A shearsman of sorts. The day was green.

They said, "You have a blue guitar,
You do not play things as they are."

The man replied, "Things as they are
Are changed upon the blue guitar."

And they said then, "But play, you must,
A tune beyond us, yet ourselves,

A tune upon the blue guitar
Of things exactly as they are."
Paul Weaver spruce 2014
Takamine C132S

Kozak
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Re: Guitar in poetry

Post by Kozak » Tue Jun 13, 2017 10:07 pm

ahh I imagined CG spoken words

Francisco
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Re: Guitar in poetry

Post by Francisco » Tue Jun 13, 2017 11:31 pm

This is from Libro de buen Amor, by Juan Ruiz (Arcipreste de Hita). Written between 1330 and 1343. There are lots of instruments in this party he describes. I've marked just a few in bold at the beginning, but there are many more
https://es.wikisource.org/wiki/Libro_de_Buen_Amor:_070

Allí sale gritando la guitarra morisca
de las voses aguda e de los puntos arisca,
el corpudo laúd que tiene punto a la trisca,
la guitarra latina con ésos se aprisca.

El rabé [rabel] gritador con la su alta nota,
cab' él el orabín taniendo la su rota [vihuela with wheels]
el salterio con ellos más alto que la mota,
la vihuela de péndola con aquéstos y sota.

Medio caño et arpa con el rabé morisco,
entr' ellos alegrança el gálipe françisco,
la rota dis' con ellos más alta que un risco,
con ella el tamborete, sin él non vale un prisco.

La vihuela de arco fas' dulçes de bayladas,
adormiendo a veses, muy alto a las vegadas,
voses dulses, sabrosas, claras et bien pintadas,
a las gentes alegra, todas las tiene pagadas.

Dulçe caño entero sal' con el panderete,
con sonajas de asófar fasen dulçe sonete,
los órganos y disen chançones e motete,
la adedura albardana entre ellos se entremete.

Dulçema, e axabeba, el finchado albogón,
çinfonia e baldosa en esta fiesta son,
el françés odreçillo con éstos se compón',
la neçiancha mandurria allí fase su son.

Trompas e añafiles salen con atambales,
non fueron tiempo ha plasenterías tales,
tan grandes alegrías nin atán comunales,
de juglares van llenas cuestas e eriales.
Yamaha GC42S

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