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Alexandre O’Neill
Lament of the Man Who Misses Being Blind
When I was blind I was famed(what a lucrative game!)
for being able to tell the future.
It’s what everyone claimed . . .
But now that I see perfectly
I use my eyesight to prophesy
and nobody wants to believe me,
since it’s plain,
they say, for all to see!
© Translation: 2003, Richard Zenith
Lamúria do cego que antes o fosse
Lamúria do cego que antes o fosse
Quando era cego eu previa(que freguesia!)
o que ia acontecer.
Era o que se dizia . . .
Mas agora, que bem vejo,
só agoiro do que vejo
e já ninguém me quer crer . . .
Porquê,
se todos os podem ver!
© 1965, Alexandre O’Neill
From: Poesias Completas
Publisher: Assírio & Alvim, Lisbon
From: Poesias Completas
Publisher: Assírio & Alvim, Lisbon
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Lament of the Man Who Misses Being Blind
When I was blind I was famed(what a lucrative game!)
for being able to tell the future.
It’s what everyone claimed . . .
But now that I see perfectly
I use my eyesight to prophesy
and nobody wants to believe me,
since it’s plain,
they say, for all to see!
© 2003, Richard Zenith
From: Poesias Completas
From: Poesias Completas
Lament of the Man Who Misses Being Blind
When I was blind I was famed(what a lucrative game!)
for being able to tell the future.
It’s what everyone claimed . . .
But now that I see perfectly
I use my eyesight to prophesy
and nobody wants to believe me,
since it’s plain,
they say, for all to see!
© 2003, Richard Zenith
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