THE CACTUSThat cactus recalled the desperate gestures of the statuary:Laocoon constrained by the serpents,Ugolino and his starving sons.It also evoked the dry northeast, carnauba groves, caatingas...It was enormous, even for this land of exceptional ferocity.One day a furious typhoon knocked it down by the roots.The cactus fell across the street,It broke the eaves of the houses opposite,It blocked the traffic of streetcars, cars, and carts,It broke the electrical cables and for twenty-four hours deprived the city of [light and energy:]– It was beautiful, harsh, intractable.BANDEIRA, Manuel. Complete Poetry and Prose. Rio de Janeiro: Cia. José Aguilar, 1967, p. 246.
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THE CACTUS
ResponderExcluirThat cactus recalled the desperate gestures of the statuary:
Laocoon constrained by the serpents,
Ugolino and his starving sons.
It also evoked the dry northeast, carnauba groves, caatingas...
It was enormous, even for this land of exceptional ferocity.
One day a furious typhoon knocked it down by the roots.
The cactus fell across the street,
It broke the eaves of the houses opposite,
It blocked the traffic of streetcars, cars, and carts,
It broke the electrical cables and for twenty-four hours deprived the city of [light and energy:]
– It was beautiful, harsh, intractable.
BANDEIRA, Manuel. Complete Poetry and Prose. Rio de Janeiro: Cia. José Aguilar, 1967, p. 246.