- Poems about the sun
- The sun is a balloon of fire (Antonio Machado)
- Tropic Sun (Excerpt, Gabriela Mistral)
- Sun (Juan Ramón Jiménez)
- Hymn to the sun (Excerpt, José María Heredia)
- Long live the morning sun! (Rafael Alberti)
- References
The poems about the sun pay a well-deserved tribute to the star king. Human beings, even before the formation of the first civilizations, have felt a fascination for this celestial body.
From their very particular way of understanding the world, poets have dedicated many verses to highlight its importance.
Poems about the sun
Poems about the sun by well-known authors are numerous. Some recognized poets even have two or more works dedicated to the star king.
Of the five poems in this selection, the one by Rafael Alberti stands out for being a composition aimed at children.
The sun is a balloon of fire (Antonio Machado)
The sun is a balloon of fire,
the moon is a purple disk.
A white dove perches
on the tall centenary cypress.
Myrtle squares look like
powdered hairy withered.
The garden and the quiet afternoon!…
The water sounds in the marble fountain.
Tropic Sun (Excerpt, Gabriela Mistral)
Sun of the Incas, sun of the Mayas,
mature American sun,
sun in which the Mayans and Quiche
recognized and worshiped,
and in which old Aymaraes
like amber were burned.
Red pheasant when you lift
and when you average, white pheasant,
sun painter and tattoo artist
of the caste of man and leopard.
Sun of mountains and valleys,
of abysses and plains,
Raphael of our marches,
golden hound of our footsteps,
for all land and all sea,
the watchword of my brothers.
If we get lost, let them find us
in some scorched limes,
where the breadfruit tree exists
and the balsam tree suffers.
Sun (Juan Ramón Jiménez)
THERE at the bottom
of my library,
the last minute sun, which confuses
my colors in clear and divine light,
caresses my books, sweetly.
What clear company of
yours; how it enlarges
the room, and turns it, fills it,
into a valley, into a sky - Andalusia! -,
in childhood, in love!
Like a child, like a dog, he
goes from book to book,
doing what he wants…
When, suddenly, I look at him,
he stops, and contemplates me for a long time,
with divine music, with the bark of a friend, with fresh babbling…
Then it fades…
The divine and pure light
is color again, and alone, and mine.
And what I feel dark
it is my soul, as
if it had been left
without its valley and its sky again - Andalusia! -
without his childhood and his love.
Hymn to the sun (Excerpt, José María Heredia)
In the wastelands of the sea, where you dwell,
Rise, oh Muse! your eloquent voice:
The infinite surrounds your forehead,
The infinite supports your feet.
Come: to the harsh roar of the waves
An accent so fierce and sublime,
That my warm chest revives,
And my forehead illuminates again.
The stars around are extinguished,
The east is colored pink,
And the shadow welcomes the west
And the distant clouds from the south:
And from the east on the vague horizon,
How confused and dense it was,
A splendid, immense portico rises,
Of gold, purple, fire and blue.
Long live the morning sun! (Rafael Alberti)
Long live the morning sun!
Long live the sun!
The bird on the branch shouts.
And the peasant sings to him:
Long live the sun!
And the little orange burdened
with oranges: Long live the sun!
And the roof of the house:
Long live the sun!
And the horse that feels it,
warm grass, in the throat:
Long live the sun!
Long live the sun! The river rises,
and the flag that passes:
Long live the sun!
All the earth is a Viva!
the whole world, a jungle:
Long live the sun!
References
- Machado, A. (1990). How easy it is to fly. Buenos Aires: Ediciones Colihue SRL.
- Mistral, G. (1985). Tala. Santiago de Chile: Pehuén Editores.
- Jiménez, JR (1983). The invisible reality. London: Thames.
- Heredia, JM (2012). Poems Barcelona: Linkgua digital.
- Alberti, R. (1988). Poetry: 1939-1963. Madrid: Aguilar.