Edgar Allan Poe

Edgar Allan Poe

1809–1849 · viveu 40 anos US US

Edgar Allan Poe foi um escritor, poeta, editor e crítico literário americano, conhecido principalmente pelos seus contos de mistério e do macabro. É considerado um dos mestres do conto curto e um dos criadores do romance policial. Sua obra é marcada por uma atmosfera sombria, pela exploração do subconsciente humano e por uma profunda melancolia.

n. 1809-01-19, Boston · m. 1849-10-07, Baltimore

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Não fui, na infância, como os outros
e nunca vi como outros viam.
Minhas paixões eu não podia
tirar de fonte igual à deles;
e era outra a origem da tristeza,
e era outro o canto, que acordava
o coração para a alegria.
Tudo o que amei, amei sozinho.
Assim, na minha infância, na alba
da tormentosa vida, ergueu-se,
no bem, no mal, de cada abismo,
a encadear-me, o meu mistério.
Veio dos rios, veio da fonte,
da rubra escarpa da montanha,
do sol, que todo me envolvia
em outonais clarões dourados;
e dos relâmpagos vermelhos
que o céu inteiro incendiavam;
e do trovão, da tempestade,
daquela nuvem que se alterava,
só, no amplo azul do céu puríssimo,
como um demônio, ante meus olhos.

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Poemas

43

To One in Paradise

Thou wast all that to me, love,
For which my soul did pine-
A green isle in the sea, love,
A fountain and a shrine,
All wreathed with fairy fruits and flowers,
And all the flowers were mine.

Ah, dream too bright to last!
Ah, starry Hope! that didst arise
But to be overcast!
A voice from out the Future cries,
"Onward!"- but o'er the Past
(Dim gulf!) my spirit hovering lies
Mute, motionless, aghast!

For, alas! alas! with me
The light of life is o'er!
"No more-- no more-- no more,"
(Such language holds the solemn sea
To the sands upon the shore)
Shall bloom the thunder-blasted tree
Or the stricken eagle soar!

And all my hours are trances,
And all my nightly dreams
Are where thy dark eye glances,
And where thy footstep gleams-
In what ethereal dances,
By what Italian streams.

Alas! for that accursed time
They bore thee o'er the billow,
From Love to titled age and crime,
And an unholy pillow!--
From me, and from our misty clime,
Where weeps the silver willow!


1834

1 309

A Valentine

For her this rhyme is penned, whose luminous eyes,
Brightly expressive as the twins of Leda,
Shall find her own sweet name, that nestling lies
Upon the page, enwrapped from every reader.
Search narrowly the lines!— they hold a treasure
Divine— a talisman— an amulet
That must be worn at heart. Search well the measure—
The words— the syllables! Do not forget
The trivialest point, or you may lose your labor
And yet there is in this no Gordian knot
Which one might not undo without a sabre,
If one could merely comprehend the plot.
Enwritten upon the leaf where now are peering
Eyes scintillating soul, there lie perdus
Three eloquent words oft uttered in the hearing
Of poets, by poets— as the name is a poet's, too,
Its letters, although naturally lying
Like the knight Pinto— Mendez Ferdinando—
Still form a synonym for Truth— Cease trying!
You will not read the riddle,
though you do the best you can do.


1848

2 003

To

For her these lines are penned, whose luminous eyes,
Brightly expressive as the starts of Leda,
Shall find her own sweet name that, nestling, lies
Upon the page, enwrapped from every reader.
Search narrowly these words, which hold a treasure
Divine — a talisman, an amulet
That must be worn at heart. Search well the measure —
The words — the letters themselves. Do not forget
The smallest point, or you may lose your labor.
And yet there is in this no gordian knot
Which one might not undo without a sabre
If one could merely comprehend the plot.
Upon the open page on which are peering
Such sweet eyes now, there lies, I say, perdus,
A musical name oft uttered in the hearing
Of poets, by poets — for the name is a poet's too.
In common sequence set, the letters lying,
Compose a sound delighting all to hear —
Ah, this you'd have no trouble in descrying
Were you not something, of a dunce, my dear —
And now I leave these riddles to their Seer.


1846

1 151

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