#tudor poetry

[realcatalina]

This is interesting info about languages Elizabeth of York spoke

This is excerpt from Most pleasant song of lady Bessy, and it is the part where Bessy(Elizabeth of York) manages to convince Lord Stanley to betray Richard and to contact Henry Tudor.

But he is scared, he thinks he cannot trust any scribe to write essentially treason. But Elizabeth turns around and says-oh I can write the letter. My father had me and my sister Cecily taught by a man from London. I can write well, in both English and French, and SPANISH!

(It is bit strange that the poem doesnt mention Latin, though correspondence from late 1490s strongly suggest Elizabeth knew Latin grammar too. But, we cannot rule out she learnt later than 1484/5. Or maybe she wasnt very good yet in that time and later gained confidence. )

However Bessy knowing Old Spanish/Castilian would make sense if she was intended to wed to Iberian peninsula. But we only ever hear about Richard III intending to wed her to Portuguese royal family. His reign is too short time for her to learn the languaeg.

I never heard that there were any plans to marry her to Spain specifically. But maybe as with Catherine of Aragon learning French to use at English court, maybe Elizabeth of York was learning Spanish to use at Portuguese court. Because it would make things easier for her at least a bit.

If it was true it might have indicate Edward IV already intended her for Portugal.

It is bit weird that the matter(her spanish) didnt get brought up later. If Elizabeth of York was confident enough to write in Spanish, why not write to spanish royals in her own hand in Spanish? Why not converse with Catherine of Aragon in Spanish? Could it simply not get into records?

It is but strange that only spanish wikipedia mentions Elizabeth's education. As source there is book Elizabeth of York by Arlene Okerlund.

But this what it says on their wiki:

When she was bethrohed to dauphin, her father arranged her to have language tutors from France, Italy and Spain.

Although she spoke French, it was not fluently.

(-yeah, in comparison to Henry VII probably not. He was master level.)

Schollars from Oxford taught her classics and experts in calligraphy(handwritting) from Scriptoria at Westminster Abbey instructed her. In other words she had greater education than most men in 15th century(except those ment for church), let alone a woman.

She was also instructed to read and write in English, learnt math, household management, embroidery or sewing, horse-riding, music, and dancing.

You know on first glance it looks overexagerated, but it would make sense given how educated Henry VIII was and his upbringing was mostly dedided by his mother.

If she was so well-educated as woman, it would make sense her son got even better education.

I know the poem might be propaganda. Just sneaking out to meet Stanley in private, would be very difficult. Although if both were at court...maybe. Elizabeth seems to have been given greater deal of freedom by Richard at court, than you would expect. Considering the man had her mother proclaimed whore, Elizabeth and her siblings bastards, and her brothers "dissappeared" in his "care".

But still it was originally written in late 15th century, likely after 1487/8 when Cecily became lady Welles. (First surviving written versions are from c.1600, it was passed on orally it seems-it was a song.) But i dont think we can just throw it away.

But we aware that part of the poem is Elizabeth pleading is her telling Stanley her uncle was making plans to poison his own wife and son.(Which if true, would mean he was starking mad.)

-But it might be that part of the poem is true and part is propaganda.

But the poem is wonderfully written and the dialogs are so logical.

Elizabeth keeps trying to remind Stanley that his titles, lands were given to him by her father and that Richard had no right to the throne, that her brothers disappeared and were not even buried in any sacred ground, that Richard got rid of his original supporters and he might well get rid of Stanley after his usefullness expires.

And he keeps telling her no, there is no real support for anybody else and thinks overthrowing him are foolish dreams etc.

But she keeps going. And revealing more. And big part of it is her saying her uncle wants her to come to his chamber and be his love and wife. And she is extremely oposed to the idea. I mean she lists all the suffering she would rather endure...than to come to her uncle's chamber.

Towards end of her pleading, when Stanley keeps rejecting to help her and wants her to leave, she starts crying, she throws away her headwear and says they will find her body in Thames, where she will drown, her bones shall lay on sand, fishes will feed upon her and that will be her destiny.

And that is what breaks Stanley.

There is of course more-it is very long poem. But I get why currently with the Ricardians trying to restore Richards image this is not being spread around. Because this was probbaly major inspiration source behind Shakespear's Richard III.

-of course it is entirely possible this part of poem is overexagerating/lying. Perhaps other parts too.

Tell me what you think, do you think it is possible she spoke Spanish?

[austin-friars]

The "Lucky" One

[sarahsinferno]

from the mother

to the fragile, dreaming child.

motherhood is the quiet incantation woven through the fabric of existence, a tapestry stitched with patience and boundless love. the mystic bond is an unspoken vow, a constellation of warmth that defies the cold distance between the finite and the infinite.

in every touch, every glance, a spell is cast, simple and profound, binding the ephemeral to the eternal, where love breathes, a quiet, miraculous force, enveloping all that is small and precious in its embrace.

this is the magic of creation, the alchemy of life, transformed in the quiet act of giving, a boundless journey from the first fluttering heartbeat to the uncharted horizons of tomorrow’s dreams.

S.T. 2019

madonna + child photographed by maria theresa meloni

photograph by lisa sorgini

young mother nursing her child by mary cassatt(1906)

mother and child by leon bazile perrault(1894)

seymour joseph guy(1824-1910)

stephen pan(1963)

goodnight 2 by arthur john elsley

mother and child taken by nell dorr (1940)

photographs of tasha tudor and her children

[therealnorverse]

"Les vieilles maisons ont une âme, elles chuchotent des secrets du passé."

(Sylvain Tesson)

[shkatzchen]

I feel bad if my Sims have to reread the same books all the time, especially when I'm using the romance books to hold off the "single and loving it" lifestyle (honestly, can't my sims be both romantic and waiting for the right person rather than having romantic interactions with everyone without the game thinking they don't want a relationship?). So I made some clones of the romance books (which provide a flirty buff) and added some 16th-19th century love poetry with a nice cover and voila! A collection of nine new books sims can buy to indulge their romantic side.

Just what poetry will you and your sims be reading?

Queen Elizabeth I "On Monsieur's Departure"

Shakespeare's Sonnets (featuring 116)

Christopher Marlowe, "The Passionate Shepherd to His Love"

Sir Walter Raleigh, "The Nymph's Reply to the Shepherd"

Anne Bradstreet, "To my Dear and Loving Husband"

Robert Burns, "A Red, Red Rose"

John Wilmot, Earl of Rochester "A Song of a Young Lady to her Ancient Lover."

George Gordon, Lord Byron "She Walks in Beauty"

Elizabeth Barrett Browning "How do I love thee? Let me count the ways"

Base Game Compatible.

Download from SimFileShare here.

Made with S4S.

[miimyla]

A Poor Wife

Misery fill the halls

Rage and lust overflows the throne

Cry’s of headless women calls

Though the crimes still unknown

Heartbreak caused her death

Yet beauty costed her marriage

Poor Aragon took her last breath

While Cleves escaped in a carriage

She gave him an heir

She watched him die

Seymour you were his pride and fair

Parr you were smart to comply

Henry The Eighth killed every wife

Henry the Eighth paid with his life

[bitesizedpoetry]

William Blake, The Marriage of Heaven and Hell

[britneyshakespeare]

lmao and who but my lady greensleeves. fml

[menthali]

De-abia plecaseşi. Te-am rugat să pleci. Te urmăream de-a lungul molatecii poteci, Pân-ai pierit, la capăt, prin trifoi. Nu te-ai uitat o dată înapoi!.

Ţi-as fi făcut un semn, după plecare, Dar ce-i un semn din umbră-n depărtare?.

Voiam să pleci, voiam şi să rămâi. Ai ascultat de gândul ce-l dintâi. Nu te oprise gândul fără glas. De ce-ai plecat? De ce-ai mai fi rămas?

Versuri De-abia plecaseşi - Tudor Arghezi

Durante esta semana estuve asistiendo a un curso de extensión de título “Rumanía, música y poesía” en mi facultad de estudios, de Filosofía y Humanidades. Allí tuve la oportunidad de conocer el idioma, aprender un tanto de él, pero por sobre todo adentrarme en la historia, cultura y expresiones artísticas de Rumania. “Se enamoró de un poeta rumano” dijo mi profesora refiriéndose a mí a caso de Petre Arustei.

Una oportunidad y experiencia única que me dejó interesada y comprometida con seguir conociendo la literatura rumana moderna.

[realcatalina]

How I think Most pleasant song of Lady Bessy described Henry VII originally:

The porter opened the gates that time, and received him and the mules three. The wine that was in the hall that time, he gave to Humphrey Brereton truely.

Alas! Said Humphrey, how should I do? I am strayed in a strange country, The Prince of England I do not know, Before I never did him see.

I shall tell thee, said the porter then, the prince of England know shall yee*. *you See where he shoots at the buttess*, *it's a game and with him lords three.

He wears a gown of velvet black, and it is cut above the knee. With a long visage, pale and black. …And verse is missing here!

His face is white, the warte hair is red and a little above the chin. A wart he had, the porter said, no more than head of small pinn.

Thereby you may know the prince now, as soon as you look upon him truely. A private word without let* *hindrance …And verse escaped! So unruly.

Now that the porter is he gone, with him he took the mules three. To earl Richmonde he went alone, Where the other lords did be* *were

[wizardyke]

its 5:54am bitch i have not slept a wink and i will not fucking sleep until at least 9pm tonight i have downloaded on earth we're briefly gorgeous by ocean vuong as a pdf . might buy a monster if they weren't hiked up like crazy . park that car drop that phone sleep on the floor dream about meeeeeeeeeeeeee

[ancaxbre]

Back cover for 'Omul, cu iubirile'

Author: Tudor Opriș

Illustrator: Elena Boariu-Opriș

1985

[pxincessofcolorwriting]

She is sitting in a chair,

Her fate already decided.

She knows about the swordsman from France and the scaffold. 

They try to convince her that a reprieve will come: a pardon from this mad king of a madder kingdom.

A pardon from the man she loved and who she thought loved her. 

However, in knowing him in these tumultuous times, it won’t. 

It’s almost comical. To fall as she has. 

As she will. 

From Queen to traitor (read: martyr). 

She knows that he will try to erase every image and visage of her and their love. 

He will spread lie after lie. 

He will deem her a wild, wanton whore, incapable of dedication to anyone but her own lust. 

She touches the back of her neck.

She has had her hair pinned up for days, never letting in lose. 

This has to be right, 

One swing from a sharp sword.

 One swing and it would all be over. 

One incredibly sharp swing.

[laurelpoetry]

[alliwanttodoiscollectpoetry]

They flee from me sometime that did me seek by Thomas Wyatt

[rael-f-wae]

I checked this out from the Jersey City library -- I had searched "Sir John Davies" on the catalog, and this includes him. (His complete works have been out of print since 1875.)

Sharp start from Sir Thomas Wyatt (1502-1543), who - fun fact - was imprisoned for a period by Henry VIII on suspicion of having an affair with Anne Boleyn.

My reading of Sonnet I:

Notes:

whoso: whoever.

list: want.

hind: deer.

helas: alas.

noli me tangere: "intend not to touch me."