Ruben Dario

(January 18, 1867 - February 6, 1916 / Metapa)

Ruben Dario
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Félix Rubén García Sarmiento, known as Rubén Darío, was a Nicaraguan poet who initiated Spanish-American literary movement known as modernismo (modernism) that flourished at the end of the nineteenth century. Darío has had a great and lasting influence on twentieth-century Spanish literature and journalism. He has been praised as the "Prince of Castilian Letters" and undisputed father of the modernismo literary movement. Darío is revered as Nicaragua's greatest diplomat and a leading voice of Central and South America.

French poetry was a determinant influence in Dario's formation as a poet. In the first place, the romantics, particularly Victor Hugo. Later on, and in a ... more »

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  • Amo amas(2/25/2019 6:50:00 PM)

    En ingles
    En ingles

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  • Don Aaron(9/7/2018 11:18:00 AM)

    por favor subes la poema nicaragua no se encuentra en el red

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  • Fabrizio Frosini Fabrizio Frosini(11/19/2015 12:09:00 PM)

    Another poem by Rubén Darío (Spanish text) :



    En su país de hierro vive el gran viejo,
    bello como un patriarca, sereno y santo.
    Tiene en la arruga olímpica de su entrecejo
    algo que impera y vence con noble encanto.

    Su alma del infinito parece espejo;
    son sus cansados hombros dignos del manto;
    y con arpa labrada de un roble añejo
    como un profeta nuevo canta su canto.

    Sacerdote, que alienta soplo divino,
    anuncia en el futuro, tiempo mejor.
    Dice el águila: «¡Vuela! », «¡Boga! », al marino,

    y «¡Trabaja! », al robusto trabajador.
    ¡Así va ese poeta por su camino
    con su soberbio rostro de emperador!

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Best Poem of Ruben Dario


The tree is happy because it is scarcely sentient;
the hard rock is happier still, it feels nothing:
there is no pain as great as being alive,
no burden heavier than that of conscious life.

To be, and to know nothing, and to lack a way,
and the dread of having been, and future terrors...
And the sure terror of being dead tomorrow,
and to suffer all through life and through the darkness,

and through what we do not know and hardly suspect...
And the flesh that temps us with bunches of cool grapes,
and the tomb that awaits us with its funeral sprays,
and ...

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