Heautontimoroumenos

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."