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This is from a play that I am writing. I wrote this excerpt today. Please, give me some sincere opinions. The original is in Portuguese and the translation is of my own authorship.


Oh, great master.
With claws of cyclone and slaughterhouse hands
From the shell of flesh death has ripped you off.
But that is now past, that is past:
Death is now dead and pain has dissolved into sleep.
That thy nest in the clouds might never burn
With the electric hornets and the flaming
Harpies of the thunders; that the tempests
Do not scourge your cotton crib
In a beehive of tumult and rumble;
That the cry of the cerebral cicadas
Of the earthly neuroses do not bite you
In the bed of mists where now you sleep.
The world where you walk now might be so beautiful
That the stars that can be seen by the living
Be only moths of gray powder when compared
To the Fireflies that have tamed and instructed
Their neutral lamps and cold candles
To make diamonds be set on fire
In the mysterious heavens of eternity,
In the galaxies that waltz for the dead.
Sweet be the country that you now inhabit.

Oh, grande mestre.
Com garras de ciclone e mãos de açougue
Da concha da carne a morte o arrancou.
Porém isso é passado, isso é passado:
Morta está a morte e a dor solveu-se em sono.
Que teu ninho nas nuvens jamais queime
Com os zangões elétricos e ardentes
Harpias dos trovões; que tempestades
Não açoitem teu berço de algodão
Numa colméia de tumulto e estrondos;
Que o grito das cigarras cerebrais
Das neuroses terrenas não te morda
No leito de neblina em que tu dormes.
Seja tão belo o mundo onde agora caminhas
Que as estrelas que os vivos podem ver
Sejam só mariposas de pó cinza frente
Aos vaga-lumes que seus lampiões
Neutros e velas frias adestraram
Para fazer diamantes pegar fogo
Nos misteriosos céus da eternidade,
Nas galáxias que valsam para os mortos.
Doce seja o país que agora habitas.

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