Luis de Góngora

Luis de Góngora y Argote (July 11, 1561 – May 24, 1627) was a Spanish Baroque lyric poet and playwright.

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 * Más largo que una noche de Diciembre para un hombre mal casado.
 * Longer than a winter's night for a man who is ill-wed.
 * "Murmuraban los rocines", line 94, cited from Poesias de D. Luis de Gongora y Argote (Madrid: Imprenta Nacional, 1820) p. 83. Translation from Henry Baerlein The House of the Fighting-cocks (London: Leonard Parsons, 1922) p. 92.


 * La vida es ciervo herido, que las flechas le dan alas.
 * Life is a wounded stag in whom the fast-stuck arrows function as wings.
 * "¡Oh cuán bien que acusa Alcino!", line 23; cited from Poesias de D. Luis de Gongora y Argote (Madrid: Imprenta Nacional, 1820) p. 74. Translation from Ronald M. Macandrew Naturalism in Spanish Poetry from the Origins to 1900 (Aberdeen: Milne and Hutchinson, 1931) p. 75.


 * Mal te perdonarán a ti las horas; las horas que limando están los días, los días que royendo están los años.
 * The hours will hardly forgive you, those hours that are wearing away the days, those days that are gnawing away the years.
 * "De la brevedad engañosa de la vida", line 12, cited from J. M. Cohen (ed.) The Penguin Book of Spanish Verse (Harmondsworth: Penguin, 1962) p. 278. Translation from the same source.


 * A batallas de amor, campo de pluma.
 * Feathers are Love's most fitting battle-ground.
 * Las Soledades, Soledad 1, line 1091, cited from Gilbert F. Cunningham (trans.) The Solitudes of Luis de Góngora (Baltimore: Johns Hopkins Press, 1968) p. 76. Translation from the same source, p. 77.


 * Andeme yo caliente y ríase la gente.
 * Let me go warm and merry still; And let the world laugh, an' it will.
 * Letrillas, "Andeme yo caliente", line 1, cited from Robert Jammes (ed.) Letrillas (Madrid: Castalia, 1980) p. 115. Translation from Henry Wadsworth Longfellow The Poets and Poetry of Europe (New York: C. S. Francis, 1855) p. 695


 * Busque muy en hora buena el mercader nuevos soles; yo conchas y caracoles entre la menuda arena, escuchando a Filomena sobre el chopo de la fuente.
 * Let merchants traverse seas and lands, For silver mines and golden sands; Whilst I beside some shadowy rill, Just where its bubbling fountain swells, Do sit and gather stones and shells, And hear the tale the blackbird tells.
 * Letrillas, "Andeme yo caliente", line 24, cited from Robert Jammes (ed.) Letrillas (Madrid: Castalia, 1980) p. 116. Translation from Henry Wadsworth Longfellow The Poets and Poetry of Europe (New York: C. S. Francis, 1855) p. 695