Bécquer and the Telescope

On this cold night on Mount Charleston, in the early morning, as I adjusted the focus of my telescope toward the cluster M57, a curious thought struck me: what would Gustavo Adolfo Bécquer have written if he had had access to a modern telescope? How would he have transformed his romantic melancholy when contemplating globular clusters like M57 or the distant Magellanic Clouds?

Bécquer's poetry always seemed to look inward, toward the depths of the soul. But what if he had looked outward, toward the depths of the universe?

Perhaps poetry isn't so far removed from astronomy. Both seek the invisible, the eternal, that which connects us to something greater than ourselves.

And you? Which poet would you take with you to explore the cosmos?

Cartas desde mi celda (Letters from my cell)- Gustavo Adolfo Bécquer

Not to forget the excellent letters from my cell where they were written in the Monastery of Veruela is in the area of Moncayo, where he was to cure their tuberculosis.

It is surprising that even though he was suffering from the disease, these Letters are so versatile and full of spirit, also has wonderful descriptions of nature and the environment.

The 9 Letters are very good and recommended, but my favorite cards are the sixth, seventh and eighth as they are very interesting, focuses the story of the murder of a famous witch who lived in the area of Moncayo, also it does tell us the legend of the wonderful origin of the Castle of Trasmoz. Not to mention the similarity that has the story of Cinderella, but Fairy Godmother actually is a witch.

Rimas y Leyendas - Gustavo Adolfo Bécquer

His real name is Gustavo Adolfo Claudio Domínguez- Insausti y Bastida Bécquer.

The main theme in the work of Becquer is Love. Without which life has no meaning.

His great love of literature was the cause of the dismissal of an administrative job, he get surprised during office hours writing verses. Throughout his short life (he died at thirty-four years).

The verse has quality soft music. Ineffable aromas, ethereal mist. Rhymes are pure poetry.

Their legends the author remains poet, highlighting extraordinary delicate patterns and descriptions.