Immanuel Frances

1618–1710

The Italian rabbi and poet Immanuel Frances, brother of the poet Jacob Frances, led a difficult life, wandering extensively and suffering misfortunes. His poetic career can be divided into three periods. In the first, 1643–1660, Frances was influenced by two popular Italian poets, Torquato Tasso and Battista Guarini. Frances composed love poems and debates about various topics, including women and rabbis. He also attacked corruption in Jewish society. In the years 1664–1667, he and his brother Jacob engaged in a literary war against Shabbetai Tzvi and kabbalah, which they saw as a threat to the Jewish people (they composed a volume of satirical poems, Tsevi mudaḥ (Banished Deer). Following the death of his brother in 1667, Immanuel led a solitary life, devoting himself to his work as a rabbi of Florence and composing religious poetry. He also wrote some Latin poems, which have not survived, and a number of responsa. Immanuel’s most famous work is Metek sefatayim (Sweetness of the Lips, 1667), concerning Hebrew poetry, which he wrote in Algeria. He also compiled, revised, and published a number of his brother’s poems.

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The Dilemma

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When I see Hannah in full light, when I remember Naomi, perfect in splendour—my soul is aflame for Hannah, my spirit is kindled for Naomi.Here I am, sitting on the fence: Hannah, as of today, is my…

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Epitaphs

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I have set this stone as a weight, not as a memorial, over my wife’s grave, lest (God forbid!) she rise from the dead and come back home.

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Her Eyes

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The girl’s eyes are the heavens of love, a robe of light and splendour in which she clothes herself. Even when they are hidden by clouds of tears, lovers, do not be afraid to come near. Do not fear…

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The Innkeeper’s Love Song

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O you paragon of glory and grace, listen to the call of Papos and his cry! He is bellowing like a bull, braying at you like a donkey, for you are his cow and his she-ass. His heart is already parched…

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The Old Whore’s Lament

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Where are the merchants who used to chase after me to purchase my favours? O malevolent Time! Nowadays, they abhor my company; when I call for them, there is no answer. How has my merchandise been…

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To His Gadabout Wife

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Only three exits are becoming to every woman, big or small. The first is when she exits from the womb, dirtied, as if from a deep swamp. The second is when she exits from her woman’s tent and enters…