Dois poemas de Malcolm Lowry

Montagem

Uma Oração

Deus, dá de beber a estes bêbados que acordam ao amanhecer

Balbuciando sobre o peito de Belzebu, destroçados,

Espiando uma vez mais, através das janelas,

A vaga e terrível ponte quebrada do dia.

in As Cantinas e Outros Poemas do Álcool e do Mar, seleccionados e traduzidos por José Agostinho Baptista, Assírio & Alvim, 2008

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Strange Type

I wrote: in the dark cavern of our birth.

The printer had it tavern, which seems better:

But herein lies the subject of our mirth,

Since on the next page death appears and dearth.

So it may be that God’s word was distraction,

Which to our strange type appears destruction,

Which is bitter.

in Selected Poems of Malcolm Lowry, 1962