We recommend: Augusto dos Anjos
Augusto dos Anjos
Versos Íntimos
Vês?! Ninguém assistiu ao formidável
Enterro de tua última quimera.
Somente a Ingratidão — esta pantera —
Foi tua companheira inseparável!
Acostuma-te à lama que te espera!
O Homem, que, nesta terra miserável,
Mora, entre feras, sente inevitável
Necessidade de também ser fera.
Toma um fósforo. Acende teu cigarro!
O beijo, amigo, é a véspera do escarro,
A mão que afaga é a mesma que apedreja.
Se a alguém causa inda pena a tua chaga,
Apedreja essa mão vil que te afaga,
Escarra nessa boca que te beija!
Ou esse é o melhor senso de humor embutido que qualquer poeta jamais teve, ou é a depressão mais cómica!
Esse é um dos poemas da obra titulada “Eu e Outras Poesias” que é de domínio público e pode ser baixada gratuitamente aqui:
Eu e Outras Poesias, de Augusto dos Anjos
—
[English Version]
Intimate Verses
No one attended, as you ‘ve seen, your last
Chimera’s awe-inspiring funeral.
Ingratitude — that panther — has been all
Your company, but it has been steadfast!
Get used to mud: soon it will hold you fast!
Man living among wild beasts on this foul
And sordid earth cannot resist the call
To turn himself as well into a beast.
Here, take a match. Now light your cigarette!
A kiss is but the eve of being spat,
A stroking hand, my friend, may stone you too.
If your great wound still saddens anyone,
Cast at that vile hand stroking you a stone,
Spit straight into the mouth that kisses you!
Or is this the best sense of humor embedded that any poet has ever had, or is the most comical depression!
This is one of the poems of the work titled “Me and Other Poems” that is public domain and can be downloaded free at the link above (in Portuguese).
TIMATE VERSES
No one attended, as you ‘ve seen, your last
Chimera’s awe-inspiring funeral.
Ingratitude — that panther — has been all
Your company, but it has been steadfast!
Get used to mud: soon it will hold you fast!
Man living among wild beasts on this foul
And sordid earth cannot resist the call
To turn himself as well into a beast.
Here, take a match. Now light your cigarette!
A kiss is but the eve of being spat,
A stroking hand, my friend, may stone you too.
If your great wound still saddens anyone,
Cast at that vile hand stroking you a stone,
Spit straight into the mouth that kisses you!
Tags:Augusto dos Anjos, poesia, poetry, recommended
Pois está muito giro isso!
My spouse and i ended up being so lucky Albert managed to deal with his studies out of the precious recommendations he came across when using the web pages. It’s not at all simplistic to simply happen to be making a gift of ideas which some others have been trying to sell. We really realize we have got you to give thanks to for that. All the explanations you have made, the straightforward blog navigation, the friendships you can aid to create – it’s many great, and it is aiding our son in addition to us know that this concept is satisfying, which is certainly tremendously indispensable. Many thanks for all the pieces!
E o guitarrista que acende um cigarro e