Poema de Augusto dos Anjos em Inglês

Modern Buddhism

Here, Doctor, take these scissors… cut
My most exceptional persona…
Who cares if vermin should englut
My heart completely when I die?!

Alas! A vulture has alighted on my fate!
And the aquatic diatomaceae thither…
Their capsulated cryptogam will wither
On contact with that right hand’s weight.

So let my life disintegrate
The same as a decaying cell
A barren egg, aberrant birth;

But let this aggregate of longings dwell
and knock on the perpetual bars
Of the last line I write on earth!

Translated into English by Odile Cisneros