quinta-feira, 13 de janeiro de 2011

Lawrence Ferlingheti

Olho do Poeta Obsceno Vendo...
                                 
                                 O olho do poeta obsceno vendo
                                 vê a superfície do mundo redondo
                                         com seus telhados bêbados
                                         e pássaros de pau nos varais
                                         e suas fêmeas e machos feitos de barro
                                         com pernas em fogo e peitos em botão
                                         em camas rolantes
                                  e suas árvores de mistérios
                                  e seus parques de domingos no parque e
                                  estátuas sem fala
                                  e seus Estados Unidos
                                  com suas cidades fantasmas e Ilhas Ellis vazias
                                  e sua paisagem surrealista de
                                                    pradarias estúpidas
                                                    supermercados subúrbios
                                                    cemitérios com calefação
                                                    e catedrais que protestam
                                  um mundo à prova de beijo um mundo de
                                  tampas de privada e táxis
                                  caubóis de butique e virgens de Las Vegas
                                  índios sem terra e madames loucas por cinema
                                         senadores anti-romanos e conformistas conformados
                                  e todos os outros fragmentos desbotados
                                  do sonho imigrante real demais
                                       e disperso
                                          entre esse pessoal que toma banho de sol

                                                                                                     Trad. Paulo Leminski

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THE POET'S EYE OBSCENELY SEEING...

The poet's eye osbcenely seeing
sees the surface of thc round world
with its drunk rooftops
and wooden oiseaux on clotheslines
and its clay males and females
with hot legs and rosebud breasts
in rollaway beds
and its trees full of mysteries
and its Sunday parks and speechless statues
and its America
with its ghost towns and empty Ellis Islands
and its surrealist landscape of
mindless prairíes
super-market suburbs
stemheated cemeteries
and protesting cathedrals
a kissproof world of plastic toiletseats tampax and taxis
drugged store cowboys and Ias vegas virgins
disowned indians and cinemad matrons
unroman senators and conscientious non-objectors
and all the other fatal shorrt-up fragments
of the immigrant's dream come too true
and mislaid
among the sunbathers

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