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Castelloza (born c. 1200)
Dear all,
For today, one of the women troubadors (trobairitz):
Both poems are taken from Meg Bodin's still invaluable The Women Troubadours:
I.
Friend, if you had shown consideration, meekness, candor and humanity, I'd have loved you without hesitation; but you were mean and sly and villainous. Still, I make this song to spread your praises wide, for I can't bare to let your name go on unsung and unrenowned, no matter how much worse you treat me now.
I won't consider you a decent man nor love you fully nor with trust until I see if it would help me more to make my heart turn mean or treacherous. But I don't want to give you an excuse for saying I was ever devious with you; something you could keep in store in case I never did you wrong.
It greatly pleases me when people say that it's unseemly for a lady to approach a man she likes and hold him deep in conversation; but whoever says that isn't very bright, and I want to prove before you let me die that courting brings me great relief when I court the man who's brought me grief.
Whoever blames my love for you's a fool, for it greatly pleases me, and whoever says that doesn't know me; I don't see you now at all the way I did the time you said I shouldn't worry, since at any moment I might rediscover reason to rejoice: from words alone my heart is full of jay.
All other love's worth naught, and every joy is meaningless to me but yours, which gladdens and restores me, in which there's not a trace of pain or of distress; and I think I'll be glad always and rejoice always in you, friend, for I can't convert; nor have I any joy, nor do I find relief, but what little solace comes to me in sleep.
I don't know why you're always on my mind, for I've searched and searched from good to evil your hard heart, and yet my own's unswerving. I don't send you this; no, I tell you myself: if you don't want me to enjoy the slightest happiness, then I shall die; and if you let me die, you'll be a guilty man; I'll be in my grave, and you'll be cruelly blamed.
II
God knows I should have had my fill of song the more I sing the worse I fare in love, and tears and cares make me their home; I've placed my heart and soul in jeopardy, and if I don't end this poem now it will already be too long.
Oh handsome friend, just once before I die of grief, show me your handsome face; the other lovers say you are a beast -- but still, though no joy comes to me from you, I'm proud to love you always in good faith, with an unfickle heart.
Nor ever from me a treacherous heart toward you will turn -- though I be your inferior, in loving I excel; this I believe, and this I think even when I ponder your great worth, and I know well that you deserve a lady higher born that I.
Since I first caught sight of you I've been at your command; and yet, friend, it's brought me naught, for you've sent neither messages nor envoys. And if you left me now, I wouldn't feel a thing, for since no joy sustains me a little pain won't drive me mad.
If it would do me any good, I'd remind you singing that I had your glove -- I stole it trembling; then I was afraid you might get scolded by the girl who loves you now: so I gave it back fast, friend, for I know well enough that I am powerless.
Knights there are I know who harm themselves in courting ladies more than ladies them, when they are neither higher born nor richer; for when a lady's mind is set on love, she ought
to court the man, if he shows strength and chivalry.
Lady Almucs, I always love what's worst for me, for he who's most deserving has the heart most fleeting.
Good Name, my love for you will never cease, for I live on kindness, faith and constant courage.
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It happens that on my small yahoo list we are reading Meg Bodin's Women Troubadours for the next 6 weeks or so, and in the last couple of days I've read two essays on women troubadours and have begun rereading this little volume -- which remains as important as ever, though there has been a new edition of the poetry of the troubadours which (perhaps the first time) includes a strong representation of the women.
Here is a modern edition of the poetry a scholar and critic of this poetry, William Paden, did together with Frances Freeman Paden, his wife, a translator. It's expensive:
http://tinyurl.com/6gfmf7
According to Bodin and apparently still (at least in the one more recent essay I read), we know little of this remarkable poet. Bodin says she "was from the Auberge, from the region of Le Puy." A third poem mentions her husband so she was married and Bodin suggests she was "probably the wife of a nobleman who fought int he Fourth Crusade." Three of her poems have survived.
The two essays which discuss her poetry are Marianne Shapiro, "The Provencal Trobairitz and the Limits of courtly Love, Signs, 3:3 (1978):56-71 and Matilda Tomaryn Bruckner' "Fictions of the Female Voice: The Women Troubadours," Speculum, 67:4 (1992):865-91. Bruckner discusses the poetry of the Countess of Dia (who I made foremother poet posting for early on when I came onto the list) and Castelloza. Bruckner says these differ radically in perspective from the men's poetry: they both care about the subjective life of the beloved. The Countess has to justify her right to write poetry and her complaint her love is not returned; her argument is she has been faithful and deserves to be loved for this and her virtues; beauty, courtesy, intelligence. LIke the men, the Countess decries her lover's pride. Castelloza's poems remind me of numerous Renaissance women in their sonnets (Mary Wroth, Gaspara Stampa immediately come to mind): she is betrayed; she gains superiority by her higher loyalty and faithfulness; she too is aggressive in asserting her right to love and has the right to not be haughty and rejecting (which undermines the norms of this poetry which themselves depend upon the sexist norms of the real world outside).
What I find particularly interesting in Bruckner is her assertion that the women wrote in different genres than the men: tensos and cansos. Of course they would not sing songs to their lord asserting knightly valor, but their choice of debate and love song was until recently (and still is) called inferior. Since reviewing Paula Backscheider's book on 18th century women poets I've become so aware how women prefer different genres and invent their own, and these are often dismissed as inferior. Bruckner also catalogues a whole group of mostly men whose articles are devoted to arguing there were no women, most of these poems are by men and just anonymous or to denigating some of it. Bruckner adds more women to Bodin by taking seriously arguments about what is feminine poetry and including more anonymous poems in women's modes, which seem strongly to be by a woman, using women's imagery. archetypes, perspectives.
This poetry comes from a world which is supercomplicated and about which many books have been written. For women it was one where they had hardly any rights. It's still thought the few poems we have left (hundreds for men, and only 23 women at most -- Bruckner's number -- identified) were able to write and assert themselves partly because the men went on crusade, and the importance of powerful women at the time at court is brought out (Eleanor of Aquitaine and her daughter are mentioned by Bodin). But much historical work has been done since. I like the chapter in Peter Dronke's Women Writers of the Middle Ages: A Critical Study of Texts from Perpetua to Marguerite Porete. He looks upon their poetry as personal. There's an online book people can read: Catherine Ganiere's Women Troubadours in Southern France: Personal Character, Unhappiness, and Revolting Against Conventions: which concentrates mainly on the tenso, while drawing on Shapiro and Bruckner and other essays:
http://contentdm.lib.byu.edu/ETD/image/etd2248.pdf
Two more sources which really contain a good deal of material on the women poets:
William Paden's The Voice of the Trobairitz. This collection of essays is wholly on the women troubadours, and looks really excellent. There are two essays on the poetry of Castelloza. Another questions whether Bieris de Romans was lesbian; one that attracts me is called "The Troubled existence of Three Women Poets," and more.
Simon Gaunt and Sarah Kay's The Troubadours, An Introduction. One essay is just on the women: "The trobairitz" by Tilde Sankovitch.
There are many books on the troubadours but until recently they hardly ever mentioned women and women are still in a single (minority type) chapter in some. Linda M. Paterson's The World of the Troubadours, Medieval Occitan society, c 1100-1300 one one where you get women discussed; hers is mostly hard history (and I'm with Catherine Morland on this most of the time), but it has a section devoted to court life and another called "Women" (a separate category you see) where there are subsections on marriage and also courts.
Ellen Moody
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