Cheers in the Feast of Muses
Poetry, surge and nausea,
poetry, suicidal song,
poetry, that restarts
from another world, in another life.
You left us hungrier,
poetry, strange food,
if no bread equals you:
the fly swallows the spider.
Poetry, under the principles
and the vague gifts from the universe:
in your incestuous lap,
the beautiful cancer of verse.
Blue, in flames, the tellurium
reinstates the poet's essence,
and what is lost is rescued...
Poetry, secret death.
(Carlos Drummond de Andrade, "Brinde no Banquete das Musas" - translated by Adriana F. M. Oliveira)
poetry, suicidal song,
poetry, that restarts
from another world, in another life.
You left us hungrier,
poetry, strange food,
if no bread equals you:
the fly swallows the spider.
Poetry, under the principles
and the vague gifts from the universe:
in your incestuous lap,
the beautiful cancer of verse.
Blue, in flames, the tellurium
reinstates the poet's essence,
and what is lost is rescued...
Poetry, secret death.
(Carlos Drummond de Andrade, "Brinde no Banquete das Musas" - translated by Adriana F. M. Oliveira)