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Poemas do livro Margem (2010)

de Guilherme de Almeida

 

vertidos para o inglês por Filipe Batista (University of Birmingham, Reino Unido)

 

 

 

THE POEM-MOMENT

THE MOMENT-FLOWER

A FLOWER OF CHANCE

A CHANCE THAT HAPPENS

HAPPENS IN THE MARGIN

THE MARGIN OF LIFE

 

ODE TO LIFE

 

Hail,

halo,

pale,

pure,

avid

flier of

life

living!

 

 

US

 

Solely in

our

sleep

are we

sole: solely

us, solely

sleep.

 

 

OF THE RHYME

 

Nest,

mime,

pest

the rhyme!

It will rest

sublime.

 

 

BODY AND SOUL

 

The mud

demands.

Calm,

the soul

psalms.

 

“PYOMOE”

 

I brood:

intimate

isthmus

from pith

to rite

this is:

RHYTHM

 

 

WAVE

 

Will you

wander,

wave?

Patrolling

lanes?

Probing

legends?...

Wander,

wave!

 

 

SPRING

 

Erstwhile,

the ache

of love.

Meanwhile,

the colour,

the scent.

In exile

flourishes

the flower.

 

 

 SHADOW

 

A shoulder’s

tumble:

a shadow

haunts.

The shadow’s

action:

haunting.

 

 

LUNATIC

 

Nude

and crude

waft

and act

-What do you do

moon?

-You phase.

 

 

THE SIXTH DAY

 

The sludge’s

sloth

all

absorbed.

Dead?

A blow:

is body.

 

MIRAGE

 

What do you bring

o image?

Phases of the

pilgrimage?  

Oasis’

message?...

What do you do

(neither stare

nor act),

mirage?

 

 

IT IS SO FINE

 

It is so fine

to stroll with

sun that pelts

in peace!

But without shade.

 

Solitude.

 

 

RHYME FOR “VERSE”?

 

Always the inverse,

the reverse,

the dispersed,

the diverse,

the adverse

of this terse

universe

that is the VERSE.

 

 

HERE AND THERE

 

Hither

farther is

found.

Farther,

who is

around?

 

 

HORIZON

Hill upon hill,

vale upon vale,

adrift in Nothing.

 

Build what you will,  

what it will avail:

a gift of nothing.

 

 

SILENCE

 

If the suspended

signalling

scarf

spoke,

without sympathy

nor cloak,

simulate

such talk!

-It would be:

“Silence”.

 

 

THE ROMANTIC 

 

Mythical
mystics,
limpid
impetus,
pale
idols,
dignified
signs,
frail
lyricists.

  

 

HEARTACHE

 

Where the causes,

the sunsets

or the pauses

of your cases,

Heartache, o Heartache?

 

- I eye the

shallow

eyes

of the lake.

 

 

JULY

 

Gold and ardour,

the hurt and the fall,

fall asleep

MESSE D’OR

 

 

TWILIGHT

 

In a masked sky

the kiss

final and miniscule

of a miniature,  

matt and dusky

mourning sun.

 

 

SEMIABSTRUSE

 

In the conch

of an oyster

a pearl:

In the shell

of an eyelid

a tear.

 

 

OTHER ERAS

 

It was the infancy

the halt in the odyssey.

 

Now the instance,

the persistence

in the existence

of the distance.

 

 

THE BADLY MADE WORD

 

Sounds so light…

(the blowing dust,

the smoking flight,

the blurring burst,

the passing kite,

the fraying veil)

… the “indelible”!

 

 

THE WORD WITHOUT RHYME

 

Is there a rhyme? Such

does in fact exist.

It gives us so much

what does it consist?

“sister and”

“mother”

 

 

DISCONSOLATION

 

A “NOW” in Time

(now forgotten?),

in Space a “MORE”

(more distant?),

give, perhaps,

“NO MORE”.

 

 

WORK

 

Ardor

vigor

rigor:

this is – labor.

          Allure     

          pure     

      glamour:

this is – couture.

 

 

CHRISTMAS

 

Born from the Star above:

Jesus, the Light of Love.

 

 

DIALOGUE

 

-Life, might

you be the nod

the one with which

goodbye we wish

ourselves each night?

-Thank God!

 

 

TEDIUM

 

Not the biggest,

nor the smallest,

nor the best,

nor the worst,

but the gloomy

melancholy

of the term- medium

solely the… (title

of this chapter).

 

 

HOURGLASS

 

I dwell

on the well

of “Time

That Flies”.

The grain

without aim,

slowly

flowing.

 

 

THE THOUGHT

 

Run the risk,

settle, chaste,

plan to leave

and, escape,

flying fickle,

on the face

from a wrinkle

remains a trace.

 

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