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Guillaume de Saluste, sieur du Bartas, ou plus simplement Guillaume Du Bartas (1544-1590) est un écrivain et poète français. Il est à noter qu'il fut également écrivain de langue d'oc. Né Salustre, son nom deviendra plus tard, de son vivant, Saluste ou Salluste par analogie avec celui de l’historien latin. Il avait hérité, en 1566, du château et domaine du Bartas, terre noble et conférant le titre de sieur achetée en 1565 par son père François Salustre.
Guillaume de Saluste Du Bartas, or more simply Guillaume Du Bartas (1544-1590) is a French writer and poet. It should be noted that he was also a writer in the langue d'oc. Born Salustre, his name would later in his life become Saluste or Salluste by analogy with that of the Latin historian. In 1566 he inherited the castle and domain of Bartas, conferring the title of sieur bought in 1565 by his father François Salustre.
This was an influential long poem in its time. I read Day 3, the great differentiation of forms. Things get speculatively cosmo/hydro-logical. Theories of earth. Here's a taste, you punk-ass fools:
Lo, thus the waightie Water did yer while With winding turnes make all this world an Ile. For like as moulten Lead being powred forth Upon a level plot of sand or earth, In many fashions mazeth too and fro; Runnes heere direct, thear crookedly doth goe, Heere doth devide it selfe, there meets againe; And the hot Riv’let of the liquid vaine, On the smooth table crawling like a worme, Almost (in th’instant) everie forme doth forme: God power’d the Waters on the fruitfull Ground In sundrie figures; some, in fashion round, Some square, som crosse, some long, some lozenge-wise Some triangles, some large, some lesser size; Amid the Floods, by this faire difference, To give the World more wealth and excellence. (174)