Portuguese literatureBell, Aubrey F. G. (Aubrey Fitz Gerald)
History
Portuguese literature
Bell, Aubrey F. G. (Aubrey Fitz Gerald)
Portuguese literature -- History and criticism
in order to know that birds sing and trees grow green in spring.
And generally it is not easy to say whether an apparent echo is a
direct imitation or merely a stereotyped phrase. The Portuguese
_trobadores_ introduced little of the true spirit of the Provençal
_troubadours_--that had passed to Palestine and to the Lady of Tripoli.
In their _cantigas de amor_ is no sign of action--unless it be to die
of love; no thought of Nature. Jaufre Rudel (1140-70), that prince
of lovers, had ‘gone to school to the meadows’ and might sing in his
_maint bons vers_ of _la flor aiglentina_ or of _flors d’albespis_, but
in the Portuguese _cantigas_ nothing relieves the conventional dullness
and excessive monotony (which likewise marked the Provençal school of
poets in Sicily). Composed for the most part in iambic decasyllables
they describe continually the poet’s _coita d’amor, grave d’endurar_,
his grief at parting, his loss of sleep, his pleasure in dying for his
_fremosa sennor_. She is described merely as beautiful, or, at most, as
Tan mansa e tan fremosa e de bon sen (C. C. B. 206).
Fremosa e mansa e d’outro ben comprida (C. C. B. 278).
Vocabulary and thought are spectre-thin. Indeed, it was part of the
convention to sing vaguely. _Eu ben falarei de sa fremosura_, says
one poet[83] (C. C. B. 337)--he will sing of her beauty, but not in
such a way that the curious who _non o poden adevinhar_ should guess
his secret. As to allusions to Nature, perhaps the climate, with less
marked divisions than in Provence, furnished less incentive to sing
of spring and the earth’s renewal or to imitate Guiraut de Bornelh in
going to school all the winter (_l’ivern estava a escola a aprender_)
and singing only with the return of spring. King Dinis, perhaps in
reference to that troubadour, declares that his love is independent of
the seasons and more sincere than that of the singers of Provence:
Proençaes soen mui ben trobar
E dizen eles que é con amor,
Mais os que troban no tempo da frol
E non en outro sei eu ben que non
An tan gran coita ... (C. V. 127)
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