The Baroque Transition

 

M-27  Catholic--Italy

          498-499

 

T-28  Catholic beyond Italy

          589-592 (top), #1 (written), 596-599

 

W-29  Protestant

          495-498, 592-594, 603-604

 

R-30  Stuart England

          614-617

 

 

 

#1.  POEMS BY JUANA INES DE LA CRUZ

 

          Assignment:  Write a one-paragraph reaction to any point raised by the life or writings of Juana Ines de la Cruz.

 

          A Mexican nun, Sister Juana Ines de La Cruz (WAH-na ee-NACE day-lah-KROOZ) wrote about the agony of Baroque life.  She had been a brilliant student.  She wanted to disguise herself as a boy so she could attend the university, but her mother would not allow it.  So she taught herself.  Forty professors came to examine her in philosophy, science, literature, history, and religion--and she amazed them all.  She spent her teenage years at the court of the viceroy, where she wrote poems about a romance that failed.  But the only possible futures for a Mexican girl at that time were either marriage or the church.  She chose the church because it offered more freedom.  She wrote some strong things about the way husbands treat their wives.  But even as a nun, she felt guilty about her constant studying.  And her superiors criticized her for stuffing her head with dangerous knowledge.   She also got into trouble for insisting that American Indian religion should be respected, and showing that it agreed with much of Christianity.  Her poems tell the spiritual agony of Baroque life.

 

 

from ON MEN WHO FIND IN WOMEN FAULTS WHICH THEY THEMSELVES HAVE CAUSED

 

Ah stupid men, unreasonable

     In blaming woman's nature,                                      *blind

Oblivious* that your acts incite+                                   +cause

     The very faults you censure#....                                #condemn

 

No woman your esteem@ can earn                               @respect

     Though cautious and mistrustful;

You call her cruel, if denied,

     And if accepted, lustful....

 

Let loved ones* cage their liberties                              *wives

     Like any captive bird; you

Will violate them none the less,

     Apostrophising virtue.+                                            +claiming wifely duty

 

Which has the greater sin when burned

    By the same lawless fever:

She who is amorously# deceived,                                  #claiming love

     Or he, the sly deceiver?

 

Or which deserves the sterner blame,

     Though each will be a sinner,

She who becomes a whore for pay,

     Or he who pays to win her?

 

 Are you astounded at your faults,

     Which could not well be direr?@                               @worse

Then love what you have made her be,

     Or make as you desire her.

 

I warn you: trouble her no more,

     But earn the right to visit*                                        *bestow

Your righteous wrath on any jade+                               +slut

     Who might your lust solicit,,

 

This arrogance# of men, in truth                                   #cruel pride

     Comes armored with all evil--

Sworn promise, plea of urgency--

     0 world, 0 flesh, 0 devil!

 

 

WHY, PEOPLE, DO YOU PERSECUTE ME SO

 

     Why, people, do you persecute me so?

In what do I offend, when but inclined

with worldly beauties@ to adorn my mind,                    @knowledge

and not my mind on beauty to bestow?

     I value not a treasure trove, nor wealth;

the greater measure of content I find

in placing riches only in my mind,

than setting all my intellect on wealth.

     And I esteem not beauty,* for, when past                *of face

it is the spoils of age's cruelty!

nor faithless riches carefully amassed.

     Far better nibble, it seems to me,

at all life's vanities+ unto the last                                 +little pleasures

than to consume my life in vanity.@                     @frivolousness and pride

 

 

MY SOUL IS CONFUSEDLY DIVIDED

 

My soul is confusedly divided into two parts,

one a slave to passion,#                                                #religious passion

the other measured by reason.

Inflamed civil war

importunately* afflicts my bosom.                                 *demandingly

Each part strives to prevail,

and amidst such varied storms,

both contenders will perish,

and neither one will triumph.

 

 

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