This love poem is not a lament
Nor distant sadness, or melancholy
It is neither a moan, nor the slow
passing of hurt or passion’s fragment
That changes into great sorrow,
Into chosen torture or into mercy
Or simply into a myth, sweet invention,
To exalt the vision of adversity.
It is the undulating memory of the most pure
And sweet face (calm and endless)
Of the eternal love that I pursue;
So present, so real this sweetness
That to see or possess her I must not to
But seek for her in this valley’s darkness.
Notes
To read the original in Portuguese, click here
http://oldpoetry.com/opoem/show/121838-Jorge-de-Lima-Este-Poema-De-Amor-N-o---Lamento
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He says it's not a lament but spends the first half of the poem trying to convince the reader of that and the second half seemingly trying to convince himself. It's a lament all right, that doesn't keep it from being an enjoyable poem of course, on the contrary, it makes it more interesting.
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A beautiful poem, such intense feelings in these verses; richly adorned verses yet the simplicity of the words so deceptive carrying such heartfelt thoughtful moments...an excellent translation so faithful to the artistic spirit of the original...wonderful...PK
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