Featured in the photograph, the writer Machado de Assis. Photograph of the collection of the National Library
Certainly you have never (or little) heard about this aspect of the greatest writer in our Brazilian literature, haven't you? When we think of Machado de Assis, we immediately associate his name with the classics "Memories Posthumous of Brás Cubas", "Dom Casmurro", "The hand and the glove", among other novels that are a must-read for lovers of our lyrics. Machado was also an incomparable storyteller, his classics "Missa do cock", "A cartomante", "Theory of the Medallion", "O alienista", among other pearls that only confirm his genius.
You may not even know it, but Machado also wrote verses. It is true that the poet does not reach the feet of the preacher, but Machado de Assis' poetry exists and deserves your attention. As a poet, he published the books Crisálidas, 1864, Falenas, 1870, Americanas, 1875, and Poetry complete, 1901, all in the public domain, so knowing them depends only on your interest. Machado de Assis's poetic production still lacks readers and must be rediscovered, after all, it is the phenomenal “Bruxo do Cosme Velho”, and nothing he wrote should be neglected. For you to know the poet side of the greatest writer of Brazilian literature, Mundo Educação ed five poems by Machado de Assis for you to know and appreciate. Good reading!
Honey, at the foot of the final bed
As you rest that long life,
Here I come and come, poor dear,
Bring your partner's heart to you.
That true affection pulses
That, in spite of all the human deals,
Made our existence desirable
And in a corner he put the whole world.
I bring you flowers - plucked debris
the land that saw us pass together
And now dead leave us and separate.
That I, if I have bad eyes
Thoughts of life formulated,
They are thoughts gone and lived.
To a lady who asked me for verses
Think of yourself, you will find
Lives, grace, joy,
Sweetness and peace.
If I ever gave flowers one day,
As a boy,
The ones I now give have a lot
One of your hours
Worth a month
Of souls already parched.
Suns and moons
I believe that God made them
For other lives.