François de Porchères d'Arbaud

François d'Arbaud de Porchères (1590-1640) was a French poet.

Early life

François de Porchères d'Arbaud was born on December 20, 1590 in Brignoles in the French department of Var. He went to Paris to study poetry under François de Malherbe, who left him half of his library in his will, the other half went to Racan.[1]

Career

De Porchères d'Arbaud was the other of many works, of which others have since published in modern anthologies. He was often confused with Honorat de Porchères Laugier, who was also a member of the Académie Française.

In 1634, he became one of the first twenty members of the Académie française. Despite a pension of £600 that the Cardinal Richelieu bestowed upon him, he lived all of his life in relative poverty.

Death

De Porchères d'Arbaud died on May 5, 1640 in Burgundy, France.

Sonnet

Sur l'Esprit malin

French

Nature, prête-moi tes plus noires couleurs,
Fournis, pour mon tableau, le sang d'une panthère,
Le venin d'un dragon, le fiel d'une vipère,
D'un crocodile enfin, et l'écume et les pleurs.
Je veux peindre, aujourd'hui, l'artisan des malheurs,
Le lion, le serpent, le monstre sanguinaire,
Qui nous fit tous mortels, en tuant notre père,
Et, par lui, nous causa d'éternelles douleurs.
Il nous ouvrit la voie aux éternelles flammes,
Et ce bourreau cruel et des corps et des âmes,
Détruisit, d'un seul coup, le bonheur des humains.
C'est à toi-même, ô Dieu ! que Satan fit outrage.
L'Homme est ta ressemblance et l'œuvre de tes mains :
Venge l'Original, en sauvant son image.[2]

English

Nature, lend me your darkest colours,
Provide, the blood of a panther for my table,
The venom of a dragon, the bile of a viper,
Finally a crocodile, and bubble up its tears.
Today, I want to paint the artisan of sadness,
The lion, the snake, the bloodthirsty monster,
Who makes us all mortal, in killing our father,
And by his, causes us eternal hardships.
He opened us to the path of the eternal flames,
And the cruel executioner and the bodies and the souls,
Destroyed, in one blow, the happiness of humanity.
It's you, yourself that Satan outrages,
Man is your resemblance and the work of your hand:
Punish the original, by saving his image.

Publications

Anthologies

References

  1. Éléments biographiques d'après Tyrtée Tastet, Histoire des quarante fauteuils de l'Académie française depuis la fondation jusqu'à nos jours, 1635-1855, volume III, 1855, p. 419-420.
  2. Ibid, Sonnet XXIX, p. 39.
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