Caim<\/b><\/p>\n
Com ele come\u00e7ou todo o sud\u00e1rio <\/p>\n Cain<\/b><\/p>\n That bloody shroud that to this very day <\/p>\n Um rei<\/b><\/p>\n Um rei atormentado por vingan\u00e7a <\/p>\n A King<\/b><\/p>\n A king, obsessed with death, as death draws near, <\/p>\n Um rei menino<\/b><\/p>\n N\u00e3o h\u00e1 plena certeza, mas, suspeita-se <\/p>\n A Child King<\/b><\/p>\n No one is certain, but many suspect <\/p>\n O sol de C\u00e9sar<\/b><\/p>\n Iata alea est<\/span><\/i> \u2013 disse o grande C\u00e9sar <\/p>\n The Sun of Caesar<\/b><\/p>\n Alea iacta est<\/span><\/i>\u2014said Caesar the Great, <\/p>\n Genghis Khan<\/b><\/p>\n Plantado no estribo dos cavalos, <\/p>\n Genghis Khan<\/b><\/p>\n Planted on the stirrups of his horse, <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Caim Com ele come\u00e7ou todo o sud\u00e1rio do sangue tr\u00e1gico que at\u00e9 hoje assina todo o acervo deste itiner\u00e1rio cujo torpor nos causa e nos domina. Desde o primeiro gesto que, arbitr\u00e1rio, nos desenhou o mapa desta sina e segue apregoando esse calv\u00e1rio do amor que pare, acolhe e assassina. Nunca se sabe o fim […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":5,"featured_media":47300,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_acf_changed":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[2886],"tags":[5829],"genre":[],"pretext":[],"section":[],"translator":[2657],"lal_author":[3576],"class_list":["post-47301","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-literatura-brasilena","tag-numero-39","translator-alexis-levitin-es-2","lal_author-salgado-maranhao-es"],"acf":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/es\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/47301","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/es\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/es\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/es\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/5"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/es\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=47301"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/es\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/47301\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":47302,"href":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/es\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/47301\/revisions\/47302"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/es\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/47300"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/es\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=47301"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/es\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=47301"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/es\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=47301"},{"taxonomy":"genre","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/es\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/genre?post=47301"},{"taxonomy":"pretext","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/es\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pretext?post=47301"},{"taxonomy":"section","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/es\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/section?post=47301"},{"taxonomy":"translator","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/es\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/translator?post=47301"},{"taxonomy":"lal_author","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/es\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/lal_author?post=47301"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\n<\/span>do sangue tr\u00e1gico que at\u00e9 hoje assina
\n<\/span>todo o acervo deste itiner\u00e1rio
\n<\/span>cujo torpor nos causa e nos domina.
\n<\/span>Desde o primeiro gesto que, arbitr\u00e1rio,
\n<\/span>nos desenhou o mapa desta sina
\n<\/span>e segue apregoando esse calv\u00e1rio
\n<\/span>do amor que pare, acolhe e assassina.
\n<\/span>Nunca se sabe o fim de tal mist\u00e9rio
\n<\/span>que deu \u00e0 vida o mesmo patamar
\ne encerra a alegria ao cemit\u00e9rio;
\n<\/span>nunca se aprende o tom deste bolero
\n<\/span>que dan\u00e7a\u00a0 e d\u00e1-se e d\u00f3i sem recuar,
\n<\/span>cujo final ningu\u00e9m sabe explicar.<\/span><\/p>\n
\n<\/span>leaves its imprint on the record of our past,
\n<\/span>Cain\u2019s stain, our stain, that will not go away,
\n<\/span>that dulls our heart that should respond aghast.
\n<\/span>It started from that arbitrary act
\n<\/span>which first laid out our soiled map of fate,
\n<\/span>then led to calvary and love\u2019s contract:
\n<\/span>give birth, then nurture, then assassinate.
\n<\/span>We cannot see that mystery, that frame,
\n<\/span>that puts on equal footing life and death,
\nthat terminates our joy in mother earth;
\n<\/span>we never learn to breathe bolero\u2019s breath,
\n<\/span>that dancing, damns us to a life of pain,
\n<\/span>whose final step, no one can explain.<\/p>\n
\n<\/span>morre. E deixa a seu filho, Salom\u00e3o,
\n<\/span>uma lista apontada \u00e0 sua lan\u00e7a,
\n<\/span>como plano da pr\u00f3xima execu\u00e7\u00e3o.
\n<\/span>O primeiro era o filho sem heran\u00e7a,
\n<\/span>que deseja o poder do seu irm\u00e3o —
\ne a concubina do pai, de confian\u00e7a –,
\n<\/span>feito um abutre na escurid\u00e3o.
\n<\/span>Foi um clamor de sangue desabrido
\n<\/span>ao velho que depois de ter morrido
\n<\/span>julga incompleto o que deixou pra traz:
\n<\/span>segue matando os desafetos seus.
\nUm rei segundo o cora\u00e7\u00e3o de Deus,
\n<\/span>que em sua Lei nos diz: \u201cN\u00e3o matar\u00e1s!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n
\n<\/span>leaves Solomon, his son, a kind of will,
\n<\/span>a list of those predestined for his spear,
\n<\/span>those that his father says that he must kill.
\n<\/span>The first, a son, bereft, and not in line,
\n<\/span>who wished to seize by force his brother\u2019s rights,
\n<\/span>and sought his father\u2019s favorite concubine,
\n<\/span>a vulture in the darkness of the night.
\n<\/span>It was the calling of a haughty heart,
\n<\/span>within an aged man who later died,
\n<\/span>feeling those already killed were just a start
\n<\/span>and went on killing those not on his side.
\n<\/span>A king in concord with God\u2019s inner will,
\n<\/span>that God who said to all \u201cThou shalt not kill.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n
\n<\/span>que o fim de Tutanc\u00e2mon foi tramado
\n<\/span>por um bra\u00e7o secreto enclausurado
\n<\/span>na art\u00e9ria de um poder que lhe rejeita.
\n<\/span>Um compl\u00f4 de aliados e vassalos
\n<\/span>do fara\u00f3 menino que ascendeu
\n<\/span>ao que por lei do gens j\u00e1 era seu —
\n<\/span>ainda que usurpassem destron\u00e1-lo.
\n<\/span>Por\u00e9m, s\u00f3 mesmo o tempo \u00e9 o perito
\n<\/span>do que a lenda transformou em mito
\n<\/span>dessa arqueologia\u00a0 em que resenho
\n<\/span>o silencio da pedra sobre o grito.
\n<\/span>Muito antes do sangue sobre o lenho:
\n<\/span>um crime que se esconde entre os mil\u00eanios.<\/span><\/p>\n
\n<\/span>that Tutankhamun\u2019s end was calmly planned
\n<\/span>by well-placed agents of a secret band
\n<\/span>that served an unseen power to perfect
\n<\/span>a plot contrived by enemies, home-grown,
\n<\/span>to strip the Pharaoh child of his crown,
\n<\/span>a crown already his, by law passed down,
\n<\/span>though someone hoped to nudge him from his throne.
\n<\/span>Of course, the work could simply be the scheme
\n<\/span>of time, transforming story into myth,
\n<\/span>or archeology suggesting this:
\n<\/span>the silence of a stone upon a scream.
\n<\/span>Long, long before blood dripping from a cross,
\n<\/span>this ancient crime, its tangled traces lost.<\/span><\/p>\n
\n<\/span>atravessando o Rubic\u00e3o e a G\u00e1lia \u2013,
\n<\/span>fazendo da conquista a sua reza,
\n<\/span>muito antes que Roma fosse It\u00e1lia.
\n<\/span>O carimbo do Imp\u00e9rio e a realeza
\n<\/span>da espada face a toda a escumalha
\n<\/span>\u2013 rendida para sempre ao sol de C\u00e9sar \u2013
\n<\/span>e o orgulho fatal que vira tralha.
\n<\/span>Mil anos que marcaram a carne e as mentes
\n<\/span>\u2013 o cora\u00e7\u00e3o dos povos, seu decoro \u2013,
\n<\/span>do Capit\u00f3lio ao ch\u00e3o do Oriente.
\n<\/span>Tanta soberba, enfim, tanto tesouro,
\n<\/span>para morrer, depois, t\u00e3o simplesmente,
\n<\/span>como morrem os bois no matadouro.<\/span><\/p>\n
\n<\/span>who crossed the Rubicon and all of Gaul,
\n<\/span>to conquer everyone, that seemed his fate,
\n<\/span>long years before Rome stumbled and grew small.
\n<\/span>The Empire\u2019s seal, the sword\u2019s nobility,
\n<\/span>its confrontation with the vilest scum
\n<\/span>(forever rendered up to Rome\u2019s virility);
\n<\/span>and fatal pride that tarnishes to junk.
\n<\/span>A thousand years that mark both flesh and mind,
\n<\/span>of varied peoples with their varied ways,
\n<\/span>Rome\u2019s Capitol now stretching East through time.
\n<\/span>Such pride, such plundered treasures, such displays,
\n<\/span>and then to die so simply and so blind,
\n<\/span>like cows to slaughter, standing in a line.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n
\n<\/span>sua esgrima reinou sobre o planeta;
\n<\/span>sem bons modos de elite nem caneta,
\n<\/span>tornou a China inteira o seu regalo.
\n<\/span>Do fio da espada ergueu respeito e medo,
\n<\/span>sobre os rivais de todas as origens;
\n<\/span>domou valente e inseminou as virgens
\n<\/span>e fez princesa beber leite azedo.
\n<\/span>Ao governar estepes e declives,
\n<\/span>o Grande Khan sentiu-se altivo e livre
\n<\/span>para al\u00e7ar dinastias e outros bens.
\n<\/span>Mesmo agora na quadra em que se vive,
\n<\/span>certamente este mundo ainda treme:
\n<\/span>vinte por cento chinos t\u00eam seu <\/span>gens<\/span><\/i>.<\/span><\/p>\n
\n<\/span>with sword in hand, he ruled all planet earth;
\n<\/span>without a pen, or manners, or high birth,
\n<\/span>he gifted China to himself, per force.
\n<\/span>Respect and fear grew from the sword\u2019s fine edge,
\n<\/span>and filled his rivals, civilized and wild;
\n<\/span>he tamed the brave, left virgins big with child,
\n<\/span>and made a princess drink sour milk and retch.
\n<\/span>Governing the steppes, the slopes, the streams,
\n<\/span>the Great Khan felt both arrogant and free,
\n<\/span>to gather plunder, raise up dynasties.
\n<\/span>And even in our realm today he roams,
\n<\/span>a world which doubtless trembles still and groans:
\n<\/span>twenty percent of China bears his genes.<\/span><\/p>\n<\/h5>\n
Translated by Alexis Levitin
\n<\/span>Poems from <\/span>A arte de matar<\/span><\/i> (7Letras, 2026)<\/span><\/a><\/h5>\nBuy books by the authors and translators featured in this issue on our Bookshop<\/b> page!<\/a><\/h5>\n
Photo: Brazilian poet Salgado Maranh\u00e3o, by Nick Levitin.<\/span><\/h6>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"