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|Priests lie with
the faithful don
bombs to kill.
Poetry will save me.
I feel uneasy saying this, since only Jesus
is Savior, as a man inscribed
(of his own free will)
on the back of the souvenir crucifix he brought home
from a pilgrimage to Congonhas.
Nevertheless, I repeat: Poetry will save me.
It's through poetry that I understand the passion
He had for us, dying on the cross.
Poetry will save me, as the purple of flowers
spilling over the fence
absolves the girl her ugly body.
In poetry the Virgin and the saints approve
my apocryphal way of understanding words
by their reverse, my decoding the town crier's message
by means of his hands and eyes.
Poetry will save me. I won't tell this to the four winds,
because I'm frightened of experts, excommunication,
afraid of shocking the fainthearted. But not of God.
What is poetry, if not His face touched
by the brutality of things?
From The Alphabet in the Park: Selected Poems of Adélia
Prado, Wesleyan University Press, USA, 1990.
A poesia me salvará.
Falo constrangida, porque só Jesus
Cristo é o Salvador, conforme escreveu
um homem - sem coação alguma -
atrás de um crucifixo que trouxe de lembrança
de Congonhas do Campo.
No entanto, repito, a poesia me salvará.
Por ela entendo a paixão
que Ele teve por nós, morrendo na cruz.
Ela me salvará, porque o roxo
das flores debruçado na cerca
perdoa a moça do seu feio corpo.
Nela, a Virgem Maria e os santos consentem
no meu caminho apócrifo de entender a palavra
pelo seu reverso, captar a mensagem
pelo arauto, conforme sejam suas mãos e olhos.
Ela me salvará. Não falo aos quatro ventos,
porque temo os doutores, a excomunhão
e o escândalo dos fracos. A Deus não temo.
Que outra coisa ela é senão Sua Face atingida
da brutalidade das coisas?
from ADÉLIA PRADO: POESIA REUNIDA, Siciliano, São
Paulo, Brazil, 1991.
(BORN 13 DEC 1935)
Adélia Prado comes
from a working
family in Minas
describes herself as
a simple person, a
and a practicing
She graduated with
and taught religious
education in the
public schools until
... Poetry is what freed me from this oppression. I found
God more deeply in poetry than in doctrine. I realized that
the poetic experience is in fact deeply sacred and religious.
The poetic experience is deeply joyful and liberating and
full of faith—something from God. I realized there was
nothing wrong with poetry, but that there was something
wrong with the kind of faith I had. So poetry liberated my
faith, it purified and deepened it...
ADÉLIA PRADO: Excerpt from her interview with Ellen Watson in
Brazil, March 1985.
situated in the
Southeast Region of
Brazil, is the state
with the highest
elevation in the
country, with 57
percent of the land
above 1968 feet in
height. With over 19
million inhabitants, it
is the second largest
state by population;
the third richest (after
São Paulo and Rio de
Janeiro); and fourth
largest by area.
The capital, BELO
HORIZONTE, with over
2.3 million people, is
the sixth largest city