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15 Best Poems by Ferreira Gullar

Poet, art critic, translator and essayist. Ferreira Gullar he is considered as the greatest living poet of Brazilian literature. One of the most important names in our literature, José Ribamar Ferreira began his career in 1940, in São Luís, Maranhão, his hometown. In 1951 he moved to Rio de Janeiro, where he collaborated with several publications, including magazines and newspapers, in addition to having actively participated in the creation of the neoconcrete movement.

Ferreira Gullar's poetry has always stood out for its political engagement. Through words, Gullar turned poetry into an important instrument of social denouncement, especially in the production of of the 1950s, 1960s and 1990s, given that, later, the poet reconsidered old placements.

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His engaged poetics gained strength from the 1960s onwards when, breaking with avant-garde poetry, he joined the Centro Popular de Cultura (CPC), a group of leftist intellectuals created in 1961, in Rio de Janeiro, whose objective was to defend the collective and didactic character of the work of art, as well as political engagement of the artist.

Persecuted by the military dictatorship, Ferreira Gullar went into exile in Argentina during the years of repression, an exile provoked by the strong psychic and ideological tensions found in his work. The importance of the poet was recognized late, in the 1990s, when Gullar was finally awarded the most important literary prizes in our country. In 2014, aged 84, he was elected immortal of the Brazilian Academy of Letters, occupying Chair number 37, which had belonged to the writer Ivan Junqueira, who died that same year.

In order for you to know a little more about the poetic work of this important writer, the website School Education selected fifteen poems by Ferreira Gullar so that you can immerse yourself in verses full of engagement and social concern, elements that made the man from Maranhão one of the icons of literature Brazilian. Good reading.

Ferreira Gullar's Best Poems

  1. Poem: There are no vacancies – Ferreira Gullar

No vacancies

the price of beans
does not fit in the poem. The price
of rice
does not fit in the poem.
The gas does not fit in the poem
the light the phone
the evasion
of milk
of the flesh
of sugar
of bread
the civil servant
does not fit in the poem
with your starvation wages
your closed life
in files.
As it does not fit in the poem
the worker
that grinds its steel day
and coal
in the dark workshops
– because the poem, gentlemen,
it is closed:
"no vacancies"
It only fits in the poem
the man without a stomach
the cloud woman
the priceless fruit
The poem, gentlemen,
does not stink
it doesn't even smell.

  1. Poem: Translate yourself – Ferreira Gullar

translate

A part of me
is everyone:
another part is nobody:
bottomless background.
A part of me
it's crowd:
another part strangeness
and loneliness.
A part of me
weigh, ponder:
Other part
raving.
A part of me
lunch and dinner:
Other part
is amazed.
A part of me
is permanent:
Other part
you know all of a sudden.
A part of me
it's just vertigo
Other part,
language.
translate a part
in the other part
- which is a question
of life or death –
will it be art?

  1. Poem: In the body – Ferreira Gullar

On body

What's the use of trying to rebuild with words
what the summer took
Between clouds and laughter
Along with the blown old newspaper
The dream in the mouth, the fire in the bed,
the call of the night
Now they are just this
twitch (this flash)
of the jaw inside the face.
Poetry is the present.

  1. Poem: Neoconcrete Poems I – Ferreira Gullar

Neoconcrete Poems I

blue sea

blue sea blue landmark

blue sea blue landmark blue boat

blue sea blue landmark blue boat blue arch

blue sea blue landmark blue boat blue arch blue air

  1. Poem: Learning – Ferreira Gullar

Apprenticeship

Just as you opened yourself to joy
open yourself now to suffering
which is her fruit
and its fiery reverse.

In the same way
what a joy you were
in the background
and you got lost in her
and you found yourself
in this loss
let the pain work itself out now
no lies
no excuses
and in your flesh vaporize
every illusion

that life only consumes
what feeds it.

  1. Poem: An Instant – Ferreira Gullar

Poem by Ferreira Gullar - Um Insatnte
Here I am / Since I don't know myself / nor wanted myself / without beginning / nor end / here I am / without myself / I remember nothing / I don't even know / in the present light / I'm just an animal / transparent. A moment, poem by Ferreira Gullar.
  1. Poem: Subversive – Ferreira Gullar

subversive

the poetry
When arrives
It respects nothing.
Neither father nor mother.
when she arrives
From any of its abysses
Ignore the State and Civil Society
Infringes the Water Code
neigh
as a bitch
New
In front of the Alvorada Palace.
and only after
Reconsider: kiss
In the eyes of those who earn badly
packs on lap
Those who are thirsty for happiness
And of justice.
And promises to set the country on fire.

  1. Poem: The Dead – Ferreira Gullar

The deads

the dead see the world
through the eyes of the living

eventually hear,
with our ears,
certain symphonies
some slamming of doors,
gales

Absent
body and soul
mix yours with our laughter
if indeed
when alive
found the same grace

  1. Poem: Cantiga not to die – Ferreira Gullar

song not to die

When you go away,
snow white girl
take me.

In case you can't
carry me by the hand,
snow white girl,
take me in the heart.

If in the heart you can't
take me by chance
girl of dream and snow,
take me not to remember her.

And if you can't either
for as much as it takes
already live in your mind,
snow white girl,
take me into oblivion.

  1. Poem: I promised myself to possess her – Ferreira Gullar

Promise me to own it

Promised myself to own her too though
she redeemed me or blinded me.
I sought her in the catastrophe of dawn,
and on the fountain and on the wall where she faces,

between hallucination and sound peace
from water and moss, solitary is born.
But whenever I get close, he leaves
as if she feared or hated me.

So I pursue it, lucid and demented.
If behind the transparent afternoon
I glimpse her feet, soon in the attics

From the clouds flee, bright and agile!
Vocabulary and body — fragile gods —
I reap the absence that burns my hands.

[Portuguese Poems]

  1. Poem: Misplacement – ​​Ferreira Gullar

loss

Where do I start, where do I end,
if what's outside is inside
as in a circle whose
periphery is the center?

I'm scattered in things,
in people, in drawers:
suddenly I find there
parts of me: laughter, vertebrae.

I am undone in the clouds:
I see the city from above
and in every corner a boy,
that I am myself, calling to me.

I got lost in time.
Where will my pieces be?
A lot is gone with friends
who no longer hear or speak.

I am dispersed in the living,
in your body, in your sense of smell,
where I sleep like aroma
or voice that also does not speak.

Ah, to be only the present:
this morning, this room.

  1. Poem: Dawn – Ferreira Gullar

dawn

From the back of my room, from the back
of my body
clandestine
I hear (I don't see) I hear
grow into the bone and muscle of the night
at night

the western night obscenely lit
about my country divided into classes.

  1. Poem: In This Bed of Absence – Ferreira Gullar

On this Bed of Absence

In this bed of absence where I forget
awakens the long lonely river:
if he grows from me, if I grow from him,
little does the unnecessary heart know.

The river runs and goes without beginning
nor mouth, and the course, which is constant, is varied.
It goes in the waters taking, involuntarily,
moons where I wake up and fall asleep.

On the bed of salt I am light and plaster:
double mirror — the precarious in the precarious.
Flower a side of me? In the other, on the contrary,
from silence to silence I rot.

Between what is pink and necessary slime,
A river flows without a mouth and without a beginning.

[Portuguese Poems]

  1. Poem: My people, my poem – Ferreira Gullar

My people, my poem

My people and my poem grow together
how it grows in fruit
the young tree

In the people my poem is being born
as in the cane field
sugar is born green

In the people my poem is ripe
like the sun
in the throat of the future

My people in my poem
is reflected
as the ear of corn melts into fertile soil

To the people your poem here I return
less like who sings
than plant

  1. Poem: MY MEASUREMENT – Ferreira Gullar

MY MEASUREMENT

My space is the day
Open arms
touching the fringe of night and night
the day
that spins
glued to the planet
and who holds the dawn in one hand
and in the other
a twilight of Buenos Aires

My space man
it's earth day
let the birds of the sea lead you
or the trains of the Estrada de Ferro Central do Brasil
the day
measured more by the wrist
than
by my wristwatch

My space — unmeasured —
it's our people there, it's ours
people,
with open arms touching the edge
of one and another hunger,
the people, man,
who holds the party in one hand
and in the other
a time bomb.

Luana Alves
Graduated in Letters

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