Jausbert de Puycibot
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Jausbert de Puycibot or Gausbert de Poicibot or Puicibot, sometimes called Lo Monge de Poicibot (the monk of Poicibot) and elsewhere Audebert,[1] was a Limousin troubadour of the early thirteenth century (fl. 1220–1231). Fifteen of his works have survived (fourteen of them cansos), most of them conventional, but with a few that are expressive of "true feeling".[2]
The poem S'eu vos voill tan gen lauzar had long been attributed to him, though doubts have arisen due to its appearance in a collection of poems by Monge de Montaudo.[3] He probably wrote a sirventes that, together with another by Bertran de Preissac, forms a tenso in which the two troubadours debate the merits of old and young women.[4] Jausbert supports las joves (the youth), while Bertran las vielhas (the aged).[5]
Era quan l'ivernz nos laissa
E par la fuoilla en la vaissa
E il lauzellet chanton c'uns no s'en laissa,
Fas sirventes ses biaissa,
Mas uns malastrucs m'afaissa,
Car ab joves no.s te: Dieus li don aissa!
Mais pretz una vieilla saissa
Que non a ni carn ni craissa.
Mal ai' er el os e daval la madaissa!
Que la genta, covinenta, on bos pretz s'eslaissa,
Fina, francha, frescha, blancha, don jois no.s biaissa,
Mais la vuoill, si gen m'acuoill ni josta se m'acaissa,
Que la rota, que.m des tota Limoges e Aissa.
. . . . . . . . .
En Bertranz men com afacha. . .
E volria n'agues la testa fracha!
Pois parlar l'aug del manjar ni de bon' osta.l tracha,
Al jazer compra.l ben ser, tot lo porc e la vacha,
Quar s'embarga en la pel larga, que es molla e fracha.
Semblanz es, quant hom l'ades, qu'anc no.n trais sa
garnacha.
. . . . . . . . .
E tenc m'a gran desmesura
Que, pois domna desfegura,
Quar ja i fai muzel ni armadura.
Mas prezes de si tal cura
Per que l'arm' estes segura,
Que.l cors desvai a totz jorns e pejura.
Eu lor dic aquest prezic per gran bonaventura.
En Bertran vei a lor dan, e par que, per fraichura,
Cad' aver las! i esper e soffre et abdura.[6]
According to one of the novellas in the Flores novellarum of Francesco da Barberino, Jausbert bumped into his neglected wife while visiting a brothel.[7] Jausbert's works was first edited and published by William P. Shepard under the title Les Poésies de Jausbert de Puycibot (Paris, 1924).
[edit] Sources
- Adams, Edward L. Review of Les Poésies de Jausbert de Puycibot by William P. Shepard in Modern Language Notes, Vol. 41, No. 3. (Mar., 1926), pp. 197–200.
- Chambers, Frank M. "On the Attribution of a Provençal Poem." Modern Language Notes, Vol. 62, No. 5. (May, 1947), pp. 320–322.
- Jenkins, T. Atkinson. "On Newness in the Novel." PMLA, Vol. 41, Appendix. (1926), pp. xliii-lix.
- Shepard, William P. "A Provençal Débat on Youth and Age in Women." Modern Philology, Vol. 29, No. 2. (Nov., 1931), pp. 149–161.
[edit] Notes
- ^ Also Mos Audebertz or En Jausbertz, probably the same person.
- ^ Adams, 197.
- ^ Chambers, 320–322, accepts it as definitely Jausbert's.
- ^ Shepard, 149, highlights the difficulties in assigning these sirvetnes with certainty.
- ^ Shepard, 150.
- ^ Shepard, 156–158. Now when Winter goes and leaves appear on the wild vine and the birdlets sing without one of them ever stopping, I compose a sirventes without twistings or turnings, since a wretch afflicts me, fellow who does not like the girls! May God give him unease! He thinks more of a grey old hag without flesh or fat. May disease smite his bones and may his jaw hang down! The gentle, graceful girl, to whom good report clings, fine open-hearted, fresh, and white, from whom joy never turns away, she is the one whom I desire, if she but welcome me gently and press me to her, far more than the broken down old hag,even if she gave all of Limoges and Aissa. Sir Bertran lies like a painted face. . . I wish that he might get a broekn head for it! When I hear him talk about eating and what he gets out of his good hostess, I'll say that when he has to lie with her, he'll pay dearly for the fine evening and all the pork and beef, for he'll get "fussed" with her thick skin, so soft and wrinkled. It seems really, when a man toches her, as if she had never taken off her outer garment. And I think that it is a great abuse for a lady, after she loses her beauty, to make herself a veil or other armour. I would rather that she care for herself spiritually, so that her soul may be saved, for her body degenerates and grows worse all the time. So I preach to them [the old women] this sermon, for their great good luck. But I see that Sir Bertran is inclined to do them harm. It seems that, for his sins, he hopes to find in them every kind of gain, and so he keeps on suffering and enduring them.
- ^ Jenkins, lv.