I will sing to you My own crudeness and earlier unease, Appearances, the lacerated love of men My own love is yours The mystery of the rivers, earth, seed. Thanks so much for all the opportunities! Kenia Cris , Kenia's Challenge. I will try and swing 'round, though, and read all the ones who did early next week when I'm chillaxin' at the beach: What gives birth to my poetry is the non-acceptance that one day life will dissolve and, with it, love, dreams and all this potential that lives within us.
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Beloved life, my death lingers What to say to man What journey to propose? She received several prestigious Brazilian literary awards. I am pretty excited! Today's challenge asks of you to w rite to inconformity.
I really think this was an awesome idea! Kenia CrisKenia's Challenge. My poems are born because they need to be born. Writing for almost 50 years, Hilst produced more than forty titles, including poetry, plays, and fiction.
Gold, conquest, profit, deception And our bones And the blood of peoples And the lives of men Between your teeth.
Thanks for the inspiration! In the coming years she would release other five books under the same label. Things will be simple and round, fair.
Wednesday, July 11, Kenia's Wednesday Challenge. Hope it meets the challenge, if not it was a good vent! I am proud to have my holda post be at your blog. Dizer que coisa ao homem, Propor que viagem?
Undoubtedly, I wouldn't have written this if not for this prompt. I just love the hild style in which she expresses herself. Ouro, conquista, lucro, logro E os nossos ossos E o sangue das gentes E a vida dos homens Entre os vossos dentes.
I don't know if my poem fits the bill - it is not political, but is about disagreement, irregularity of a sort. Small and soft Like spiders and ants. She balsiro there until her death.
imaginary garden with real toads: Kenia's Wednesday Challenge
I will sing to you the One who made me a poet and promised me Compassion and tenderness and peace on Earth If within you still resides these gifts he gave you. Zeda gives birth to my poetry is the non-acceptance that one day life will dissolve and, with it, love, dreams and all this potential that lives within us.
See you all on Monday! What a sublime poet.
I am moved by Hilda Hilst's poetry, baliro this glorious day, by the glass of tap water in my hand, and by mingling in the garden with other toads. InHilst moved to Campinas where she began building her Casa do Sol House of the Sun as her haven for her literary creation. I will try and swing 'round, though, and read all the ones who did early next week when I'm chillaxin' at the beach: Hilda, what a dynamic, inspiring person! L ink your poem below and don't forget to leave a link to The Real Toads in your blog.
Her fiction and poetry were generally based on intimacy, insanity, and, later, the supernatural. He invited important female singers to perform all the songs. Perhaps that is due in part to the translation but it strikes me as sparse, direct and true.
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