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Quando apertaste o teu cinto

Quando apertaste o teu cinto
Puseste o cravo na boca.
Não sei dizer o que sinto
Quando o que sinto me toca.
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Sob estas árvores ou aquelas árvores

Sob estas árvores ou aquelas árvores
        Conduzi a dança,
Conduzi a dança, ninfas singelas
        Até ao amplo gozo
Que tomais da vida. Conduzi a dança
        E sê quase humanas
Com o vosso gozo derramado em ritmos
        Em ritmos solenes
Que a nossa alegria torna maliciosos
        Para nossa triste
Vida que não sabe sob as mesmas árvores
        Conduzir a dança...
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Meu amor é fragateiro.

Meu amor é fragateiro.
Eu sou a sua fragata.
Alguns vão atrás do cheiro,
Outros vão só pela arreata.
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Tinhas um vestido preto

Tinhas um vestido preto
Nesse dia de alegria...
Que certo! Pode pôr luto
Aquele que em ti confia.
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OPIARY

Life tastes to me like golden tobacco.
I have never done anything but smoke life.

After all of what use was it to me to have
Gone to the East and seen India and China?
The earth is similar and little
And there is only one way of living.

I pretended to study engineering.
I lived in Scotland. I visited Ireland.
My heart is a poor grandmother who goes about
Begging at the doors of Joy.

I am unfortunate by primogeniture.
The gipsies stole my luck.
Perhaps I shall not even find near death
A place to shelter me from my cold.

And I was a child like other people.
I was born in a Portuguese province,
And have met English people
Who say I speak English perfectly.
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Li vaga — inerte — e sonhadoramente li

Li vaga — inerte — e sonhadoramente li
Compreendendo mais do que havia
Em frase (...)

Fechei tremendo, os livros, e sentindo
Como que de detrás da consciência,
Negrume transcendendo o que de horror
(...)

Desde então o constante persistir
Do mistério em minha alma não me deixa
Quieto o espírito, por meditar
Que seja, meditando sempre.
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Meia volta, toda a volta,

Meia volta, toda a volta,
Muitas voltas de dançar...
Quem tem sonhos por escolta
Não é capaz de parar.
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Toda a noite ouvi os cães

Toda a noite ouvi os cães
P’ra manhã ouvi os galos.
Tristeza — vem ter connosco.
Prazeres — é ir achá-los.
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41 - TO ONE SINGING

O voice the angels kissed when unbreathed yet!
O lips made spiritual with uttering it!
O eyes wild with the lust of the divine
In thy felt presence, making thee its shrine!
O that this moment of thee were Thyself!
That thou ne’er fell'st from this Thou, and the pelf
Of gathered days with avarice of living,
Touched thee not from this moment of God's giving!
O eternal actuality of thee!
O by thy voice sculptured immutably
In some stone‑flesh of spirit! O set free
From being all contained in being seen!
O firmament of joy purely serene
With spaciousness of soul and stars of song
Above thyself, God's human heights among!

Sing on, and let thy singing be a couch
To that of me which to my soul doth vouch
Of God as of a self and of a home!
Dissolve me to thy notes! Make me become
An outside of myself, and have in me
Nought but a selfless sense of hearing thee!
Let me pertain to the sounds thou dost voice!
Let me be other than I and rejoice
Hearing time like a breeze pass by the place
Thy song imprisons in its halcyon grace!

Thy voice compels to parapets from heaven
Dim winged happinesses whence is woven
To our souls such a glamour, spirit‑fair,
That, feeling it, all life becomes despair
And all the sense of life to wish to die.
Sing on! Between the music's human cry
And thy song's meaning there is interposed
Some third reality, less life‑enclosed,
Some subtler tenderness than music makes
Or words sung, and its moonless moonlight takes
Our visionary moods by their child‑hand
And our tired steps begin to understand.

Sing, nor stop singing till bliss ache too much!
O that I could, without moving my hand,
Stretch forth some hand imaginary and touch
That body of thine thy singing giveth thee!
That kiss‑like touch would wake eternity
In me again, and, as by a great morn,
The night my body makes of me were torn
Away from being, and my unbodied shape
Would, like a ship doubling the final cape,
Come to that sight of port and shiver of coming
That God allows to those whose bliss of roaming
Is no more than the wish to find His peace
And mingle with it as a scent with the breeze.
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Mother, my cheeks are wet.

Mother, my cheeks are wet.
        Let down my hair and kiss
My brow. I seem to forget
        Even if I think of this.

Lullaby to me, mother,
        Lullaby to me.
I loved and was not loved, mother.
        Kiss me and let me be.

Let me sleep as of old, thy hand
        On my brow, so calm and so deep,
That I feel't on my soul, my soul fanned
        By thy breath on the face of my sleep.

I am but a little ship, mother,
        Lost out in the sea.
Lullaby to me, mother,
        Lullaby to me.
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Comentários (17)

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Gabriel
Gabriel
2025-09-17

What?

ademir domingos zanotelli
ademir domingos zanotelli
2025-07-27

Simplesmente um pensador ( tão grande) pois todos nós temos máscaras, nossos sentimentos são todos ocultos na nossa eterna alma. fantástico este texto para sua época vivida.

rodrigl
rodrigl
2023-12-01

cmt

tomaslopes
tomaslopes
2023-06-23

O maior e mais pensador poeta para a sua antiga época. O maior e mais revolucionista da literatura portuguesa, com os seus poemas e textos que enchem a alma de pensamentos. Tem um forma única de se expressar e ditar o que vem da sua alma, como ele dizia " Quem tem alma não tem calma".

mcegonha
mcegonha
2023-04-21

O profeta dos poetas!