quarta-feira, agosto 09, 2006


Gosto bastante dos trabalhos do poeta francês Charles Baudelaire (1821-1867). Escritor maldito, viu o seu livro "Les Fleurs du Mal", apreendido acusado por ultrajar a moral pública. Este mês faz 139 anos que Baudelaire faleceu. Aqui fica um dos 100 poemas que o livro contém (que infelizmente só possuo taduzido em inglês por Richard Howard).
"No rage, no rancor:
I shall beat you as butchers fell an ox,
as Moses smote the rock in Horeb - I shall make you weep,
and by the waters of affliction my desert will be slaked.
My desire, that hope has made monstrous, will frolic in your tears
as a ship tosses on the ocean -in my besotted heart
your adorable sobs will echo like an ecstatic drum.
For I - am I not a dissonance in the divine accord,
because of the greedy Irony which infiltrates my soul?
I hear it in my voice - that shrillness, that poison in my blood!
I am the sinister glass in which the Fury sees herself!
I am the knife and the wound it deals,
I am the slap and the cheek,
I an the wheel and the broken limbs,
hangman and victim both!
I am the vampire at my own veins,
one of the great lost horde
doomed for the rest of my time,
and beyond, to laugh - and smile no more."

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