Mais à qui mieux pourroy-je presenter Ces petits chants, qu'à toy, douce Meline, Mon Eraton, qui la fureur divine Souflas en moy, qui me les fit chanter ?…
Jean Antoine de Baïf was a translator of Roman and Greek and poet in classics16th century France.He was a member of the small group of French Renaissance poets who called themselves La Pléiade, other leading members being Joachim du Bellay and Pierre de Ronsard. He was born on the 19th February 1532 in Venice, the son of the French Ambassador at that time. He grew up in privileged circumstances with no expense spared on a classical education that took advantage of the fine Italian location and the superlative teachers available. These included Charles Estienne who taught him Latin and a renowned Cretan scholar and calligraphist named Ange Vergèce provided Greek tuition. Baïf benefited greatly from the influence of Pierre de Ronsard who was a fellow student at that time, although Ronsard was eight years older. They helped each other with Ronsard providing insight into French versification in exchange for valuable assistance with his Greek language learning. Baïf based himself in Paris and was a favoured member of the royal court. He soon became a prolific poet with a number of collections of poems credited to him. Additionally he translated classic works from the likes of Catullus, Theocritus and Martial. He also had a vision that music and poetry could be enjoyed in unison and, together with a composer named Joachim Thibault de Courville, was responsible for the founding of the Académie de musique et de poésie. This was an ambitious project which received royal backing, especially financially. The best musicians and composers were attracted to this establishment and concerts and recitals of poetry were often attended by its royal patrons. As a poet Baïf showed a great deal of invention and loved to experiment with different forms of metre and he also invented a new system of phonetic spelling. Amongst his innovations was the vers baïfin which was, in effect, a verse containing 15 syllables. Many literary historians consider that his 1576 book called Mimes, Lessons, and Proverbs is his most original piece of work. Overall though the quality of his work was usually overshadowed by the technical excellence of its construction. Some of his verse contains vivid and colourful descriptions of country life. Others, such as his poem The Calculation of Life have a much more sonorous, serious tone. This poem is reproduced here: His work was so diversified, with some that is barely readable alongside others of a delicate grace such as his sonnets. For example, the sonnet Roman de la Rose (Romance of the Rose) was written for the pleasure of royal courtiers, describing the “art of love” in a dream-like, allegorical style that was pleasing to read and educational in its content. The “Rose” is believed to be Baïf’s generic vision of female sexuality as well as being a specific person involved in this love affair. The sonnet was extremely popular and courtiers delighted in quoting passages from it. His translations often transported the protagonists from Greek or Roman locations into French situations, an example being characters created by the dramatist Titus Maccius Plautus becoming Frenchmen living in Orléans. His aim was not to simply transcribe ancient texts into French but to give them new meaning. Jean Antoine de Baïf died on the 19th September 1589 at the age of 57.
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Après les vents, après le triste orage, Après l'yver, qui de ravines d'eaux Avoit noyé des boeufs le labourage,…
Mere d'Amour, Venus la belle, Que n'as tu mis en ta tutelle Du beau may le mois vigoureux? Si l'avril a pris ton coeur tendre,…
Babillarde, qui toujours viens Le sommeil et songe troubler Qui me fait heureux et content, Babillarde aronde, tais-toi.…
Bien, je l'ay dit, je le confesse, Que nul ne te pourroit aimer Autant que je t'aime, Maistresse, Sçachant mieux qu'autre t'estimer :…
Ces yeux ces yeux, doux larrons de mon ame, M'ont eblouy de leur belle splendeur, Astres fataux qui de malheur ou d'heur Me vont comblant au plaisir de madame.…
D'Amour d'Amour je fu je fu blessé, Et de mon sang la liqueur goute a goute En chaudes pleurs hors ma playe degoute, Qui de couler puis le temps n'a cessé.…
Depuis le jour que mon ame fut prise Par tes doux feuz traitrement gratieux, Un seul doux trait jusqu'ici de tes yeux N'avoyt ta grace a mon ardeur promise :…
Depuis qu'Amour ma poitrine recuit, Bouillante au feu de sa plus chaude braise De mille ennuis en immortel malaise, Dont maint souci dans moy l'un l'autre suit:…
Ce n'est point la paquerete, La marguerite, le lis, L'oeillet ny la violete, La fleur où mon coeur j'ay mis.…
D'un chapeau qui fleuronne La rose on ne couronne, Tes atours en ce point Ne te reparent point :…
La froidure paresseuse De l'yver a fait son tems : Voici la saison joyeuse Du délicieux printems.…
Durant l'esté, par le vergier grillé, Les tendres fleurs sous la nuit blandissante Vont redressant leur tresse fanissante, Qui ja pleuroyt son honneur depouillé.…
(écrit après la Saint-Barthélemy) Pauvres Cors où logeoyent ces esprits turbulans, Naguieres la terreur des Princes de la terre,…
Pluto, bid Rabelais welcome to thy shore, That thou, who art the king of woe and pain, Whose subjects never learned to laugh before, May boast a laugher in thy grim domain.
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