poema: “Gato” (Alexandre O’Neill)

da Poesias Completas & Dispersos (Assírio & Alvim, 2017)

What are you up to, o cat?
On what ambiguity do you come to prey?
Lord of yourself, you draw near, cautious,
half-annoyed and always hiding
what after all you don’t possess and I grant you,
o cat, nightmare nimble and lazy,
fluffy fur, icy stare!
What obscure force dwells within?
To what crime have you borne witness?
What god gave you your sudden claw
To carve your initials into this hand, that face?
Cat, accessory to a fear
without words, without plot,
who are we: your masters or your servants?


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