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The document discusses two poems by Vinicius de Moraes, focusing on themes of love and sadness. The first sonnet emphasizes fidelity and the poet's loyalty to love, while the second poem reflects the idea that true poetry arises from sadness and melancholy. Both works showcase Moraes' mastery of language and poetic forms, drawing comparisons to classical poets.
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The document discusses two poems by Vinicius de Moraes, focusing on themes of love and sadness. The first sonnet emphasizes fidelity and the poet's loyalty to love, while the second poem reflects the idea that true poetry arises from sadness and melancholy. Both works showcase Moraes' mastery of language and poetic forms, drawing comparisons to classical poets.
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Sonnet of Fidelity
I will be attentive to my love in everything
Before, and with such care, and always, and so much B
That even in the face of the greatest charm B
It delights me more my thought.
I want to live it in every vacant moment A
And in your praise I shall spread my song
And laugh my laugh and shed my tears B
To your grief or your happiness. A
And so, when you look for me later C
Who knows death, the anguish of those who live D
Who knows loneliness, the end of those who love
I can tell you about the love (that I had): D
Let it not be immortal, since it is flame
But let it be infinite while it lasts.
MORAES, Vinicius de. Op. cit. p. 77.
This is the most popular sonnet by Vinicius de Moraes. Written in
decasyllables, whose rhyme scheme
it is ABBA ABBA CDE DEC, has a central theme
the love. Right in the first quartet, the poet gives us
show your loyalty, saying that before everything,
will give attention to your love ('To everything to my love
I will be attentive". Using popular figures of speech.
like the pleonasm ('And to laugh my laugh, and to spill my'
cry), an antithesis ("Who knows death, anguish of
who lives") and the paradox ("But let it be infinite while
"dure"), the little poet, who even got married nine times.
sometimes, it resumes the main characteristics adopted
by Luís de Camões in his best sonnets
SADNESS AS AN ESSENTIAL CONDITION
FOR THE POETRY
To a little bird
For you to have come
In my window
Stick your nose in?
If it was for a verse
I am no longer a poet
I am so happy!
If it's for a prose
I am not Anchieta
I do not come from Assis.
Stop with the stories
Get out of here!
MORAES, Vinicius de. Op. cit. p. 97
In this poem, Vinicius de Moraes, using verses
smaller redondilhos or pentasyllables show us
that the poet lives on sadness. If he is happy, there is no
reason to write poetry. Poetry, therefore, does not
It is a rant, from which it is concluded that, for the
poet, the best poems are those sad, melancholic,
pessimists, pained, hence their preference for
certain elegies, like the "Desperate Elegy":
Someone who spoke to me about the mystery of Love
In the shadow—someone! Someone who would lie to me.
In smiles, while the rivers died, while
morriam
The birds of the sky! And more than ever
At the bottom of the flesh, the dream broke a cold cloister.
Where the lucid sisters in the white madness of the dawns
I am the thief of the veil and the frozen corpse of the sun!
Someone who would kiss me and make me stop
On my path—someone!—the desolate towers
Higher than the moon, where the virgins sleep
Your buttocks clenched in desire
Impossible for men—ah! they have cast their curse!
No one... not even you, swallows, who to be mine
You were a tall, dark woman with long hands...
Clothe me with peace?—they will no longer shut me in
chagas
To the burning kiss of ideals—I have lost myself
Of peace! I am king, I am tree
In the peaceful land of Autumn; I am a brother of the mist.
Wavy, I am an island in the ice, pacified!
And yet, if I had listened in my silence
a voice
From pain, a simple voice of pain...