Nunca de amor estuve tan contento,

Today’s sonnet from Juan Boscan has similarities in theme with yesterday’s poem from Joan Maragall. Both play up the hopelessness and frustrations of love. The difference is that Maragall seems to accept this as a normal state of affairs, but Boscan would prefer not to endure it. The only advantage he can find of being in love is that it can give him material for his poems.

I suspect that, in the case of today’s poem, the theme represents an exercize in style rather than a reflection of the poet’s true feelings. The paradox which the poet intends to convey is that contentment comes when love disappears, but his audience expects him to write love poems full of torment and suffering.

Juan Boscán

Nunca de amor estuve tan contento,
que en su loor mis versos ocupase:
ni a nadie consejé que se engañase
buscando en el amor contentamiento.

Esto siempre juzgó mi entendimiento,
que deste mal todo hombre se guardase;
y así porque esta ley se conservase,
holgué de ser a todos escarmiento.

¡Oh! vosotros que andáis tras mis escritos,
gustando de leer tormentos tristes,
según que por amar son infinitos;

mis versos son deciros: «¡Oh! benditos
los que de Dios tan gran merced hubistes,
que del poder de amor fuésedes quitos».
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The Poetry Dude


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