Selected Poems of Solomon Ibn GabirolPrinceton University Press, 04.03.2001 - 326 Seiten Poet, philosopher, and sensitive misanthrope, a spectacular fly in the ointment of the refined eleventh-century Andalusian-Jewish elite, Solomon Ibn Gabirol comes down to us as one of the most complicated intellectual figures in the history of post-biblical Judaism. Unlike his worldly predecessor Shmuel HaNagid, the first important poet of the period, Ibn Gabirol was a reclusive, mystically inclined figure whose modern-sounding medieval poems range from sublime descriptions of the heavenly spheres to poisonous jabs at court life and its pretenders. His verse, which demonstrates complete mastery of the classicizing avant-garde poetics of the day, grafted an Arabic aesthetic onto a biblical vocabulary and Jewish setting, taking Hebrew poetry to a level of metaphysical sophistication and devotional power it has not achieved since. |
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FORGET ABOUT IF AND MAYBE | 47 |
my souls portion and honor | 48 |
Pushed I cowered seeing that I was still | 50 |
If only my heartinitschest | 52 |
I mix my blood with my tears | 58 |
70 | 59 |
and as long as I live Ill seek out in | 60 |
45 | 64 |
in their seeking the place of Iam the | 123 |
established an azure and inlaid circumference | 127 |
AND SO IT CAME TO NOTHING | 129 |
HAVENT I HIDDEN YOUR NAME | 130 |
Through my prayer a man might profit | 138 |
I | 139 |
yours is the real which becomes existence | 140 |
V | 144 |
Through him all kings derive their power | 65 |
ID GIVE UP MY SOUL ITSELF | 76 |
309 | 86 |
Keep them in mind as you go | 87 |
Sphere of Fortuneturn and keep | 92 |
It isnt good for my soul to be | 93 |
WHEN YOU FIND YOURSELF ANGRY | 96 |
I | 98 |
As his wisdom wanders hearts terror draws near | 101 |
and my hearts gates have always been open | 102 |
but no one alive is saved from distress | 103 |
X | 151 |
30 | 154 |
each rank bows down before the One | 168 |
XXXIII | 177 |
I was ill with continual sickness | 181 |
It overcame me and scattered my soldiers | 183 |
He begins like chaff in a storm | 185 |
09 | 186 |
The day is short and the work is great | 187 |
When you put what Ive done on the scales | 189 |