Ninety six years ago dies Augusto dos Anjos, one of the greatest poets that Brazil and the world ever seen.
Due his work become to be one of our greatest inspiration, it seems fair that our opening section of posts highlighting all respect and admiration earned by this icon of the literature.
His work in life is summed up in the wonderful book called "I", but Augusto dos Anjos is compared to names like Baudelaire, Nietzsche, Byron, Giacomo Leopardi, due his capacity to express the world in form of words, singing the miseries of the flesh with the progressive rotting of human consciousness, expressing all of our existence, fears, weaknesses in a particular way that immortalized the image of the eternal Augusto Dos Anjos!
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!
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.
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.
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!
Cast at that vile hand stroking you a stone,
Spit straight into the mouth that kisses you!
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