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The Countess of Dia was one of the female troubadours, or trobairitz of Southern France. Little is known of her except that she was the wife of a William of Poitou and that she was in love with the troubadour Raimbaut d'Aurenga and composed her songs for him.
Cruel are the pains I've suffered
For a certain chevalier
Who was once mine. I declare
That I love him... let it be known forever
But now I see that I was deceived;
When I dress or when I languish
In bed, I suffer a great anguish...
I should have given my love to him
I should like to take my lover to bed
And hold him, naked in my arms for one night...
I'd give him reason to believe
He was in heaven, if I deigned
To be his pillow! For I've loved him more
Than Floris loved Blanchefleur
To him I give my heart, my love, my mind, my eyes, my life.
My charming, sweet, best beloved,
When shall I hold you in my power?
If I could lay with you one night I would
Kiss you so you would feel my ardor
I wish to have you in my husband's place
Of that you may rest assured...
So long as you give me your solemn vow
That you'll obey my every command.
I love this poem because Dia is so forward with the object of her affections. No dancing around the subject for her: she wants him in her bed, naked in her arms! She also toys with the subject of power -- at first supposing to put her lover in her husband's place and make him her master, but then decides instead that he shall be in her power
Cruel are the pains I've suffered
For a certain chevalier
Who was once mine. I declare
That I love him... let it be known forever
But now I see that I was deceived;
When I dress or when I languish
In bed, I suffer a great anguish...
I should have given my love to him
I should like to take my lover to bed
And hold him, naked in my arms for one night...
I'd give him reason to believe
He was in heaven, if I deigned
To be his pillow! For I've loved him more
Than Floris loved Blanchefleur
To him I give my heart, my love, my mind, my eyes, my life.
My charming, sweet, best beloved,
When shall I hold you in my power?
If I could lay with you one night I would
Kiss you so you would feel my ardor
I wish to have you in my husband's place
Of that you may rest assured...
So long as you give me your solemn vow
That you'll obey my every command.
I love this poem because Dia is so forward with the object of her affections. No dancing around the subject for her: she wants him in her bed, naked in her arms! She also toys with the subject of power -- at first supposing to put her lover in her husband's place and make him her master, but then decides instead that he shall be in her power
no subject
Date: 2006-12-06 11:39 am (UTC)There are interesting puzzles over her vida. The Raimbaut d'Aurenga may be Raimbaut III, the trobador, who died in 1173, aged 29; or he may be his great-nephew Raimbaut IV, who died in 1218, but it's not certain he also wrote songs. The Williams of Poitiers are from a junior line: 2 are from the Counts of Valentinois (Die is 25 miles from Valence): one died in 1188, and his grandson in 1226. There's another in the Narbonne area who died in the later 1170s, and a couple of others who are hopelessly obscure. (See notes on her and on Raimbaut in Bonner, Songs of the Troubadours.) So there's a strong case for her to be flourishing in the 1160s-early '70s, or at the turn of the 12-13 centuries. If I recall correctly, I think her first name has been tentatively identified as Beatritz.