Poem
José Miguel Silva
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An ardent fan of period films, childhoodskips up the cinema staircase, heart aflutter,
to feast eyes on the dashing swashbucklers,
on the heroes’ wrathful beauty.
The reckoning of justice, the ideal gunshots,
convey the certainty that evil
has been surrounded in the gorge
and, with only two bullets left, is bound to lose.
The dim light in the theater fosters the illusion,
which dissolves amid the laughs that surround him
at the exit, where his schoolmate all agree:
you’re the villain, you can be the water boy.
© Translation: 2008, Richard Zenith
VISTA PARA UM PÁTIO/DEZ
VISTA PARA UM PÁTIO/DEZ
A infância gosta de filmes de época.Sobe a trote a escadaria do cinema, alado o coração,
ao encontro dos melhores espadachins,
da colérica beleza dos heróis.
O acerto da justiça, os tiros ideais,
comunicam-lhe a certeza de que o mal
está cercado no desfiladeiro:
só lhe restam duas balas – vai perder.
A pouca luz da sala determina a ilusão.
Desfeita com os risos que o cercam
à saída, quando a massa dos colegas delibera:
tu és o vilão, ficas na baliza.
© 2003, José Miguel Silva
From: Vista para Um Pátio seguido de Desordem
Publisher: Relógio d\'Água, Lisbon
From: Vista para Um Pátio seguido de Desordem
Publisher: Relógio d\'Água, Lisbon
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VIEW ONTO A COURTYARD - 10
An ardent fan of period films, childhoodskips up the cinema staircase, heart aflutter,
to feast eyes on the dashing swashbucklers,
on the heroes’ wrathful beauty.
The reckoning of justice, the ideal gunshots,
convey the certainty that evil
has been surrounded in the gorge
and, with only two bullets left, is bound to lose.
The dim light in the theater fosters the illusion,
which dissolves amid the laughs that surround him
at the exit, where his schoolmate all agree:
you’re the villain, you can be the water boy.
© 2008, Richard Zenith
From: Vista para Um Pátio seguido de Desordem
From: Vista para Um Pátio seguido de Desordem
VIEW ONTO A COURTYARD - 10
An ardent fan of period films, childhoodskips up the cinema staircase, heart aflutter,
to feast eyes on the dashing swashbucklers,
on the heroes’ wrathful beauty.
The reckoning of justice, the ideal gunshots,
convey the certainty that evil
has been surrounded in the gorge
and, with only two bullets left, is bound to lose.
The dim light in the theater fosters the illusion,
which dissolves amid the laughs that surround him
at the exit, where his schoolmate all agree:
you’re the villain, you can be the water boy.
© 2008, Richard Zenith
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