Poem
António Osório
Gratitude that doesn\'t even know
Gratitude that doesn’t even knowwhom it should be grateful to
For a calf, a colt
roaming about the pasture,
a lighthouse, a fire truck ladder,
a cask of milk, of wine.
For a kiss, a probe
that doesn’t return from Venus,
a harvest, a crop
of lovers.
For being a believer and nonbeliever,
tied to the womb and fiercely
faithful to himself.
Grateful to the beginning, to what
was purged, to the placenta.
© Translation: 2008, Richard Zenith
Gratitude that doesn\'t even know
Gratidão que nem sabe
a quem deve ser grata.
Por um novilho, um poldro
vagueando na pastagem,
um farol, uma escada magirus,
uma vasilha de leite, de vinho
Por um beijo, uma sonda
que não regressa de Vénus,
uma safra, uma ceifa
de amantes.
Por ser crente e descrente,
matricial e fiel
ferozmente a si próprio.
Ao início, ao que foi
expurgado, à placenta, grato.
a quem deve ser grata.
Por um novilho, um poldro
vagueando na pastagem,
um farol, uma escada magirus,
uma vasilha de leite, de vinho
Por um beijo, uma sonda
que não regressa de Vénus,
uma safra, uma ceifa
de amantes.
Por ser crente e descrente,
matricial e fiel
ferozmente a si próprio.
Ao início, ao que foi
expurgado, à placenta, grato.
© 1981, António Osório
From: O lugar do amor
Publisher: Gota de Água, Porto
From: O lugar do amor
Publisher: Gota de Água, Porto
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Gratitude that doesn\'t even know
Gratitude that doesn’t even knowwhom it should be grateful to
For a calf, a colt
roaming about the pasture,
a lighthouse, a fire truck ladder,
a cask of milk, of wine.
For a kiss, a probe
that doesn’t return from Venus,
a harvest, a crop
of lovers.
For being a believer and nonbeliever,
tied to the womb and fiercely
faithful to himself.
Grateful to the beginning, to what
was purged, to the placenta.
© 2008, Richard Zenith
From: O lugar do amor
From: O lugar do amor
Gratitude that doesn\'t even know
Gratitude that doesn’t even knowwhom it should be grateful to
For a calf, a colt
roaming about the pasture,
a lighthouse, a fire truck ladder,
a cask of milk, of wine.
For a kiss, a probe
that doesn’t return from Venus,
a harvest, a crop
of lovers.
For being a believer and nonbeliever,
tied to the womb and fiercely
faithful to himself.
Grateful to the beginning, to what
was purged, to the placenta.
© 2008, Richard Zenith
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