Le roman de la rose, Tome I by de Meun Jean is a captivating and thought-provoking medieval French poem that delves into themes of love, desire, and the complexities of human relationships. The narrative follows the journey of the protagonist as he embarks on a quest to win the heart of his beloved, encountering various obstacles and challenges along the way.
De Meun Jean's writing style is rich and poetic, drawing the reader into a vivid and enchanting world filled with symbolism and allegory. The characters are complex and well-developed, each representing different facets of human nature and desire.
One of the most compelling aspects of the book is its exploration of the nature of love and the societal expectations placed upon individuals in matters of the heart. The protagonist's internal struggles and external conflicts make for a gripping and emotional read, leaving the reader pondering the complexities of love and desire long after finishing the book.
Overall, Le roman de la rose, Tome I is a beautifully written and engaging work of literature that will appeal to readers who enjoy historical fiction, poetry, and philosophical exploration of human emotions. I highly recommend this book to anyone looking for a deep and thought-provoking read.
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From images generously made available by Gallica (Bibliothèque Nationale de France) at http://gallica.bnf.fr.LE ROMAN DE LA ROSE
par
GUILLAUME DE LORRIS et JEAN DE MEUNG
Édition accompagnée d'une traduction en vers;
Précédée d'une Introduction, Notices historiques et critiques;
Suivie de Notes et d'un Glossaire
par
PIERRE MARTEAU
TOME I
PARIS 1878
[p. I] «Encore vaudroit il mieux, comme un bon bourgeois ou citoyen, rechercher et faire un lexicon des vieils mots d'Artus, Lancelot et Gauvain, ou commenter le Romant de la Rose , que s'amuser à je ne sçay quelle grammaire latine qui a passé son temps.»
(RONSARD.)
LE XIXe SIÈCLE ET L'AMOUR. [p. III]
LE XIXe SIÈCLE.
Qui donc t'a donné, bel enfant, Cette fleur toute fraîche éclose? Je suis déjà vieux, et pourtant Jamais ne vis si belle Rose .
Quel éclat, quelle douce odeur! De la Nuit, sur sa tige verte, Scintille encore un tendre pleur, Et là, sur sa lèvre entr'ouverte .
Parmi ce jardin radieux Que chaque jour fleurit l'Aurore, Que n'ai je l'arbre merveilleux Qui fit si belle fleur éclore!
Dessus ses rameaux vigoureux Greffant mes délicates entes, Je verrais son suc généreux Régénérer mes frêles plantes ... Continue reading book >>
