12 May, 2015

Europa













































A Europa jaz, posta nos cotovelos:
De Oriente a Ocidente jaz, fitando,
E toldam-lhe românticos cabelos
Olhos gregos, lembrando.

O cotovelo esquerdo é recuado;
O direito é em ângulo disposto.
Aquele diz Itália onde é pousado;
Este diz Inglaterra onde, afastado,

A mão sustenta, em que se apoia o rosto.
Fita, com olhar sphyngico e fatal,
O Ocidente, futuro do passado.
O rosto com que fita é Portugal


in Fernando Pessoa, A Mensagem
















3 comments:

  1. These illustrations were deliberately chosen by me keeping in mind that there are those who have no choice but to replace Intelligence they do not possess with various styles of adornments, or meaningless titles.
    Hello, this is Amêndoa Salvação Barreto, a Portuguese citizen and attorney commenting on my own blog created back in 2015.

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  3. An additional motive for this post remains related to deceived interpretations commonly assigned to this poem first published in 1937, including more recent esoteric inferences made of it - all of them completely wrongfully construed, in my view as the sole author of this blog

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