Camilo Pessanha , was born in Coimbra in September 1867. Attracted more by the environment that revolved around the university to its own classroom, his studies were not very bright. He managed to finish the college career and find a job in the judiciary, a mediocre job that combined with the crisis of anxiety and mental weakness did not help an already fragile physical. In 1894 he left for Macau where he taught in high school. Knowledge of Chinese language and culture led him to translate poetry and scholarly texts. It will be his voluntary exile in which the opium habit and nervous breakdowns accompany him during the period of his life, until his death from tuberculosis occurred in Macao in March 1926. During the period he lived in Portugal, was completely unknown as a poet, only a few friends had read some of his verses, few and scattered in a magazine of little value. Recognized as a model and mentor generations of Portuguese poets, such as Fernando Pessoa, its symbolism will break through many of them. His poetry, in fact, moves into the symbolism of styles and themes. Landscapes in ruins, the passage of time, where present and future of decay and annihilation are the counterpoint to the lost paradise of childhood and the splendor of Portugal's past. The theme of exile and nostalgia finds expression nell'anelito the trip as a metaphor. This core theme is expressed in very sophisticated ways, in terms of the choice of phonemes and options metrics and rhetoric. Author of one book Clepsidra , which will see the various editions, that of 1920, the second in 1945 and that of 1969. Then came out several editions, including the remarkable one in 2000 in Italy by Barbara Spaggiari for editions Einaudi.
Poems (translation of Alexander Ghignoli)
STATUE
I'm tired of looking for your secret
without color in your eyes - cold chisel -
I broke my gaze, debate,
as the wave on the crest of a cliff.
secret of my soul, and my exile
and my obsession! To drink,
have come to kiss your lips, in a nightmare,
during nights of anxiety, fear.
And my kiss, passionate, hallucinatory,
cooled on marble impeccable
those cold lips parted ...
those marble lips, discrete, like a mound
severe closed
serene like a deep quiet.
[when I returned I found my feet]
When I returned I found my feet on the moisture
still fresh sand.
The fugitive now, rievocai,
- so relapse!, In my eyes off ...
Dark eyes with tears are not wasted.
- Sterile steps because roam,
so lost, then to return
point of the first paragraph?
Where did you go without a goal, in the case of wind,
in a circle, like birds in an aviary,
until the wing is not weak ...
All this extended wake for what? If the tide will turn off
with the new track that begins ...
[MI you met ONE DAY ON THE ROAD]
one day you met me on the road
looking for something, even I know.
- Good day, mate, you good-bye,
because the day is longer than if you go alone.
E 'far, very far, it has many thorns!
I stopped it to rest, I rested ... In the tavern
where you soffermasti, where I stopped, drank
both the same wine.
E 'on the rocky mountain, alone.
size feet as the stones of an ordeal,
and burns like sand! ... It was then that
cried the pain of everyone ...
And the wine that was common wept:
we had to drink from the same plant.
MADDALENA
... and bathed in tears
feet, and wiped
hair of his head.
GOSPEL OF LUKE
O Maddalena, hair or infinite,
corrupt lily, white flower useless
my heart, old currency futile
and without relief, the characters consumed
to resign in dishonor, docile,
despair, chaste nudity of breasts,
who it was, or coma extended
bloody, dirty, useless,
inside my chest, abominable comedy!
die in peace, - the sick bed, marble
or redemption of anatomical
bitterness, chaste nudity of breasts,
bleed, get dirty, crawling in the mud, or
Magdalene, or coma endless!
[IS A LEADING SHIP THE CARAVELLE]
is to lead the ships, the caravels,
again, in the night, the reflections between marine
brightened by the keels. It seems that we plow
a cluster of stars.
Come again! Concave sails,
whiteness, shining day,
sweetens the moonlight. Incanto
lunar stop wrap.
Come and lead us, archangel, the nebula
that evaporates from the other side, bright,
and cloudy night, where quiet,
shine the old souls in love ...
- Anime sad, severe, resigned
of warriors, saints, poets.
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