<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4414943543010561008</id><updated>2011-11-28T01:06:49.913Z</updated><category term='Saigyō Hōshi'/><category term='Comte de Lautréamont'/><category term='Eeva Kilpi'/><title type='text'>Os Maiores Poetas de Sempre</title><subtitle type='html'>A Poesia No Centro do Mundo</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetas-universais.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4414943543010561008/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetas-universais.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Nuno Hipólito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02346417731366719109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pgng3CqfN7s/Til1FX7rzfI/AAAAAAAAB3g/pGNgEweLG_g/s220/263025_10150231978261837_504501836_7745312_7722568_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>29</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4414943543010561008.post-3282578599588397726</id><published>2007-11-12T18:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-12T18:15:20.896Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comte de Lautréamont'/><title type='text'>Lautréamont, o poeta maldito</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://francois.darbonneau.free.fr/images/confins/lautreamont.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 104px; height: 133px;" src="http://francois.darbonneau.free.fr/images/confins/lautreamont.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Precussor e inspirador dos surrealistas, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/Isidore_Ducasse"&gt;Isadore Ducasse&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; foi deitado a poeta maldito depois de morto e teve uma curta vida sem nada que a encha em termos de biografia para a história. Mas afinal quem precisa de história, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://www.cavi.univ-paris3.fr/phalese/maldororHtml/Sommaire.htm"&gt;quando os  próprios poemas fazem o futuro&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4414943543010561008-3282578599588397726?l=poetas-universais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4414943543010561008/posts/default/3282578599588397726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4414943543010561008/posts/default/3282578599588397726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetas-universais.blogspot.com/2007/11/lautramont-o-poeta-maldito.html' title='Lautréamont, o poeta maldito'/><author><name>Nuno Hipólito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02346417731366719109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pgng3CqfN7s/Til1FX7rzfI/AAAAAAAAB3g/pGNgEweLG_g/s220/263025_10150231978261837_504501836_7745312_7722568_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4414943543010561008.post-425189646283330163</id><published>2007-09-18T14:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T14:59:39.757+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saigyō Hōshi'/><title type='text'>Saigyō Hōshi e a solidão do caminho</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/6/61/Hyakuninisshu_086.jpg/200px-Hyakuninisshu_086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 116px; height: 162px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/6/61/Hyakuninisshu_086.jpg/200px-Hyakuninisshu_086.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Um &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://carlsensei.com/classical/index.php/text/view/113"&gt;poeta sóbrio e melancólico&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;, Saigyō procurou a solidão num período conturbado da história Nipónica - a subida ao poder dos Samurais. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wabi-sabi" title="Wabi-sabi"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sabi&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; (solidão) and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;kanashi&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; (tristeza) são temas preponderantes da sua poesia. Um pouco revolucionário, ele procura aproximar a religião da Natureza e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Saigyo"&gt;vai ao encontro de Buda nas flores&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4414943543010561008-425189646283330163?l=poetas-universais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4414943543010561008/posts/default/425189646283330163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4414943543010561008/posts/default/425189646283330163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetas-universais.blogspot.com/2007/09/saigy-hshi-e-solido-da-caminho.html' title='Saigyō Hōshi e a solidão do caminho'/><author><name>Nuno Hipólito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02346417731366719109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pgng3CqfN7s/Til1FX7rzfI/AAAAAAAAB3g/pGNgEweLG_g/s220/263025_10150231978261837_504501836_7745312_7722568_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4414943543010561008.post-5284648427277945377</id><published>2007-08-17T18:04:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T18:12:14.898+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eeva Kilpi'/><title type='text'>Eeva Kilpi e o depois do antes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.wsoy.fi/img/authors/kilpi_eeva.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 96px; height: 145px;" src="http://www.wsoy.fi/img/authors/kilpi_eeva.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.luminarium.org/suomenrunous/kilpindex.htm"&gt;Poeta Finlandesa contemporânea&lt;/a&gt;, Kilpi deixa transparecer na sua poesia um estranho e ritmado sentido de estranheza perante o mundo, como se tudo se fixasse aos seus olhos metálicos. Um caso único em que a paixão se alia ao cálculos dos efeitos da paixão, num resultado inesperado de linguagem que apela e repulsa de igual e fascinante modo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4414943543010561008-5284648427277945377?l=poetas-universais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4414943543010561008/posts/default/5284648427277945377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4414943543010561008/posts/default/5284648427277945377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetas-universais.blogspot.com/2007/08/eeva-kilpi-1928.html' title='Eeva Kilpi e o depois do antes'/><author><name>Nuno Hipólito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02346417731366719109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pgng3CqfN7s/Til1FX7rzfI/AAAAAAAAB3g/pGNgEweLG_g/s220/263025_10150231978261837_504501836_7745312_7722568_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4414943543010561008.post-111305701483649868</id><published>2007-07-23T12:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T12:12:58.834+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Risto Rasa ou o frio do Norte</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://resource.no.sapo.pt/rasa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 94px; height: 114px;" src="http://resource.no.sapo.pt/rasa.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Poeta Finlandês, nasceu em Helsinquia em 1954 e vive na cidade de Somero com a sua mulher. É o director da biblioteca de Somero. &lt;a href="http://www.luminarium.org/suomenrunous/rasaindex.htm"&gt;Perpassa na sua poesia alguma frieza e distanciamento&lt;/a&gt;, próprios dos autores nórdicos, assim como a simplicidade e o minimalismo, que lembram a transposição do branco para a literatura.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4414943543010561008-111305701483649868?l=poetas-universais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4414943543010561008/posts/default/111305701483649868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4414943543010561008/posts/default/111305701483649868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetas-universais.blogspot.com/2007/07/poeta-finlands-nasceu-em-helsinquia-em.html' title='Risto Rasa ou o frio do Norte'/><author><name>Nuno Hipólito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02346417731366719109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pgng3CqfN7s/Til1FX7rzfI/AAAAAAAAB3g/pGNgEweLG_g/s220/263025_10150231978261837_504501836_7745312_7722568_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4414943543010561008.post-1058711970066526390</id><published>2007-05-28T16:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T17:00:18.128+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Walt Whitman e o raio de luz</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/a/a1/Walt_Whitman_edit_2.jpg/485px-Walt_Whitman_edit_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 103px; height: 128px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/a/a1/Walt_Whitman_edit_2.jpg/485px-Walt_Whitman_edit_2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Considerado como &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://www.whitmanarchive.org/index.html"&gt;o mais influente e inovador poeta Americano&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;, Whitman teve uma formação como jornalista itinerante, o que o levou a várias partes da América no fim do século XIX. Um boémio confessado e amante da música, tem como obra mais famosa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://www.gutenberg.org/etext/1322"&gt;"leaves of grass"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;, que levou 30 anos para ser escrita e foi completada no último ano de vida do autor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4414943543010561008-1058711970066526390?l=poetas-universais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4414943543010561008/posts/default/1058711970066526390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4414943543010561008/posts/default/1058711970066526390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetas-universais.blogspot.com/2007/05/walt-whitman-1819-1892.html' title='Walt Whitman e o raio de luz'/><author><name>Nuno Hipólito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02346417731366719109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pgng3CqfN7s/Til1FX7rzfI/AAAAAAAAB3g/pGNgEweLG_g/s220/263025_10150231978261837_504501836_7745312_7722568_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4414943543010561008.post-833552013896525633</id><published>2007-05-07T09:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T09:31:30.620+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pablo Neruda - o homem infinito</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.janantoon.be/images/neruda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 80px; height: 117px;" src="http://www.janantoon.be/images/neruda.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Filho de pais humildes, cedo se percebeu na sua poesia a intenção social e ética. É algo que o vai perseguir até à sua morte, assim como &lt;a href="http://www.neruda.uchile.cl/infancia.htm"&gt;a perda da sua mãe, que morria assim que ele nascia&lt;/a&gt;. Mas sente-se na sua obra a delicada filigrana de um simbolista já à frente do modernismo, no que é uma vanguarda Sul-Americana tão a propósito de tais latitudes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4414943543010561008-833552013896525633?l=poetas-universais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4414943543010561008/posts/default/833552013896525633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4414943543010561008/posts/default/833552013896525633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetas-universais.blogspot.com/2007/05/pablo-neruda-o-homem-infinito.html' title='Pablo Neruda - o homem infinito'/><author><name>Nuno Hipólito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02346417731366719109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pgng3CqfN7s/Til1FX7rzfI/AAAAAAAAB3g/pGNgEweLG_g/s220/263025_10150231978261837_504501836_7745312_7722568_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4414943543010561008.post-1680162446814386027</id><published>2007-04-05T15:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T15:18:25.522+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Gunnar Harding e o modernismo escandinavo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.maniha.com/harding.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 93px; height: 110px;" src="http://www.maniha.com/harding.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sv.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gunnar_Harding"&gt;Nascido em 1940 em Sundsvall, Suécia&lt;/a&gt;, é o autor de uma vasta obra, dedicada a temas modernistas. É conhecido também por ser um compilador de obras e um critico, com livros publicados nomeadamente sobre Dante. Também tem grande interesse por Jazz e &lt;a href="http://www.archive.org/details/ArsInterpresPublicationsGunnarHarding"&gt;lê muitas das vezes os seus versos ao som daquele tipo de música&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4414943543010561008-1680162446814386027?l=poetas-universais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4414943543010561008/posts/default/1680162446814386027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4414943543010561008/posts/default/1680162446814386027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetas-universais.blogspot.com/2007/04/gunnar-harding-e-o-modernismo.html' title='Gunnar Harding e o modernismo escandinavo'/><author><name>Nuno Hipólito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02346417731366719109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pgng3CqfN7s/Til1FX7rzfI/AAAAAAAAB3g/pGNgEweLG_g/s220/263025_10150231978261837_504501836_7745312_7722568_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4414943543010561008.post-9126759544351730484</id><published>2007-03-08T12:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-04-05T15:17:32.494+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sor Juana Ines de la Cruz</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.mml.cam.ac.uk/call/cert/8/overview_ex2_files/SorJuana.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 90px; height: 126px;" src="http://www.mml.cam.ac.uk/call/cert/8/overview_ex2_files/SorJuana.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://www.dartmouth.edu/%7Esorjuana/"&gt;A maior poetisa americana do século XVII&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;, a irmã Juana de la Cruz marcou a sua época pela sua poesia desbragada e corajosa, tocando &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://www.poesia-inter.net/indexsji.htm"&gt;temas perigosos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; para quem amava apenas a Deus. Muito além do seu tempo, a sua mente não era certamente uma mente reservada e limitada às vestes de freira.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4414943543010561008-9126759544351730484?l=poetas-universais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4414943543010561008/posts/default/9126759544351730484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4414943543010561008/posts/default/9126759544351730484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetas-universais.blogspot.com/2007/03/sor-juana-ines-de-la-cruz.html' title='Sor Juana Ines de la Cruz'/><author><name>Nuno Hipólito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02346417731366719109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pgng3CqfN7s/Til1FX7rzfI/AAAAAAAAB3g/pGNgEweLG_g/s220/263025_10150231978261837_504501836_7745312_7722568_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4414943543010561008.post-2067592662162051276</id><published>2007-02-02T09:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-02T09:28:16.042Z</updated><title type='text'>Maiakovsky - o modernismo revolucionário</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.algumapoesia.com.br/poesia2/maiakovski.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 98px; height: 120px;" src="http://www.algumapoesia.com.br/poesia2/maiakovski.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&amp;amp;friendid=88731555"&gt;Vladimir Maiakowsky&lt;/a&gt; foi o precursor do modernismo Russo. Nascido na onda modernista Europeia, a sua poética foi posta ao serviço da revolução russa e do socialismo emergente. Foi portanto um revolucionário na escrita, como nas atitudes. Mas cedo encontrou problemas entre a sua novidade e o governo, que o levou ao suicidio em 1930, com apenas 37 anos - a curta vida, uma marca indelével dos artistas da sua geração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4414943543010561008-2067592662162051276?l=poetas-universais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4414943543010561008/posts/default/2067592662162051276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4414943543010561008/posts/default/2067592662162051276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetas-universais.blogspot.com/2007/02/maiakovski-o-modernismo-revolucionrio.html' title='Maiakovsky - o modernismo revolucionário'/><author><name>Nuno Hipólito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02346417731366719109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pgng3CqfN7s/Til1FX7rzfI/AAAAAAAAB3g/pGNgEweLG_g/s220/263025_10150231978261837_504501836_7745312_7722568_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4414943543010561008.post-1672720533171220808</id><published>2007-01-16T10:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-16T10:30:51.610Z</updated><title type='text'>Fernando Pessoa ou a economia do ser</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://eu-artech.lnec.pt/images/pessoa1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 114px;" src="http://eu-artech.lnec.pt/images/pessoa1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Uma multidão de personalidades escondia porventura o homem mais sozinho do Universo. A sua dôr explodiu em fragmentos, maior do que era, mas sempre menor do que se fazia sentir. É &lt;a href="http://omj.no.sapo.pt/"&gt;Fernando Pessoa&lt;/a&gt; assim o paradigma absoluto do homem abandonado que se refugiou na caverna de si mesmo, à espera de uma tempestade que teimava em nunca mais passar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4414943543010561008-1672720533171220808?l=poetas-universais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4414943543010561008/posts/default/1672720533171220808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4414943543010561008/posts/default/1672720533171220808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetas-universais.blogspot.com/2007/01/fernando-pessoa-ou-economia-do-ser.html' title='Fernando Pessoa ou a economia do ser'/><author><name>Nuno Hipólito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02346417731366719109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pgng3CqfN7s/Til1FX7rzfI/AAAAAAAAB3g/pGNgEweLG_g/s220/263025_10150231978261837_504501836_7745312_7722568_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4414943543010561008.post-7724685561402642834</id><published>2006-12-22T12:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-22T12:55:14.079Z</updated><title type='text'>José Gomes Ferreira - entre o sonho e o real</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.instituto-camoes.pt/CVC/contomes/06/jgferreira.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 88px; height: 107px;" src="http://www.instituto-camoes.pt/CVC/contomes/06/jgferreira.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.astormentas.com/din/biografia.asp?autor=Jos%E9+Gomes+Ferreira"&gt;Preso entre o saudosismo, o surrealismo e o neo-realismo&lt;/a&gt;, foi um poeta intervencionista, quando a revolução dos cravos era senão um sonho distante e diáfano. Mas, como sonhador, a sua práxis hesitou sempre entre a necessidade de realizar o sonho ou de o perpetuar em essência pura.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4414943543010561008-7724685561402642834?l=poetas-universais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4414943543010561008/posts/default/7724685561402642834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4414943543010561008/posts/default/7724685561402642834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetas-universais.blogspot.com/2006/12/jos-gomes-ferreira-entre-o-sonho-e-o.html' title='José Gomes Ferreira - entre o sonho e o real'/><author><name>Nuno Hipólito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02346417731366719109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pgng3CqfN7s/Til1FX7rzfI/AAAAAAAAB3g/pGNgEweLG_g/s220/263025_10150231978261837_504501836_7745312_7722568_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4414943543010561008.post-7490906984372502552</id><published>2006-12-07T13:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-07T13:57:46.683Z</updated><title type='text'>Li Shang-yin - o amor de olhos em bico</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.dpo.uab.edu/~yangzw/lotus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 94px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 113px" height="113" alt="" src="http://www.dpo.uab.edu/~yangzw/lotus.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dpo.uab.edu/~yangzw/lishy1.html#1.3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Um dos maiores poetas chineses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;, usava nos seus poemas finas e subtis metáforas, que tornam deliciosas as múltiplas interpretações dos seus temas. Entre os primeiros a encarar o tema do amor em poema na lingua chinesa, embaraçava os seus interpretadores, em épocas bem mais contidas do que a actual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4414943543010561008-7490906984372502552?l=poetas-universais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4414943543010561008/posts/default/7490906984372502552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4414943543010561008/posts/default/7490906984372502552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetas-universais.blogspot.com/2006/12/li-shang-yin-812-858.html' title='Li Shang-yin - o amor de olhos em bico'/><author><name>Nuno Hipólito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02346417731366719109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pgng3CqfN7s/Til1FX7rzfI/AAAAAAAAB3g/pGNgEweLG_g/s220/263025_10150231978261837_504501836_7745312_7722568_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4414943543010561008.post-7835824113209734702</id><published>2006-12-01T16:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-01T17:02:12.708Z</updated><title type='text'>Khalil Gibran - o poeta árabe da distância</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://doormann.tripod.com/gibran02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 88px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 129px" height="240" alt="" src="http://doormann.tripod.com/gibran02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ele existia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.poetseers.org/the_great_poets/ar/gibran_poems"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;antes do misticismo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;moderno e existirá depois, porque é em essência puro e fora do tempo. Manteve durante anos uma paixão à distãncia e por isso compreendia como ninguém a preciosidade que eram as palavras trocadas. &lt;a href="http://www.leb.net/~mira/"&gt;Poeta sensível e natural&lt;/a&gt;, mas cheio daquela força que impulsiona a mudança interior.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4414943543010561008-7835824113209734702?l=poetas-universais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4414943543010561008/posts/default/7835824113209734702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4414943543010561008/posts/default/7835824113209734702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetas-universais.blogspot.com/2006/12/khalil-gibran-o-poeta-rabe-da-distncia.html' title='Khalil Gibran - o poeta árabe da distância'/><author><name>Nuno Hipólito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02346417731366719109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pgng3CqfN7s/Til1FX7rzfI/AAAAAAAAB3g/pGNgEweLG_g/s220/263025_10150231978261837_504501836_7745312_7722568_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4414943543010561008.post-1306364483590357244</id><published>2006-11-24T15:14:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-24T15:20:27.066Z</updated><title type='text'>Emily Dickinson - a vida das pequenas coisas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kyrene.org/schools/brisas/sunda/poets/12dickin.GIF"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 98px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 144px" height="144" alt="" src="http://www.kyrene.org/schools/brisas/sunda/poets/12dickin.GIF" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Viveu a sua curta viva num incessante &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kyrene.org/schools/brisas/sunda/poets/dickinson.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;ponto de observação da realidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;. Fez muitos poemas feitos de pormenores, talvez porque a sua própria vida tivesse que se sustentar por pequenas coisas, visto que todas as outras sempre lhe escaparam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4414943543010561008-1306364483590357244?l=poetas-universais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4414943543010561008/posts/default/1306364483590357244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4414943543010561008/posts/default/1306364483590357244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetas-universais.blogspot.com/2006/11/emily-dickinson-1830-1886.html' title='Emily Dickinson - a vida das pequenas coisas'/><author><name>Nuno Hipólito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02346417731366719109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pgng3CqfN7s/Til1FX7rzfI/AAAAAAAAB3g/pGNgEweLG_g/s220/263025_10150231978261837_504501836_7745312_7722568_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4414943543010561008.post-623837221204348337</id><published>2006-11-20T14:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-20T14:46:18.631Z</updated><title type='text'>Camilo Pessanha - o poeta natural</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://alfarrabio.di.uminho.pt/vercial/imagens/pessanha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 101px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 125px" height="125" alt="" src="http://alfarrabio.di.uminho.pt/vercial/imagens/pessanha.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://alfarrabio.di.uminho.pt/vercial/pessanha.htm"&gt;Poeta de raiz simbolista&lt;/a&gt;, foi influenciado pela cultura chinesa aquando da sua estadia em Macau. Esta influência marcou-o profundamente, num encontro emocionado entre Ocidente e Oriente. Mas Pessanha, mais do que nações observava &lt;a href="http://acpc.bn.pt/colecoes_autores/n01_pessanha_camilo.html"&gt;os pormenores infimos da realidade natural &lt;/a&gt;e nisso se ficava o tempo bastante para o deslumbramento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4414943543010561008-623837221204348337?l=poetas-universais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4414943543010561008/posts/default/623837221204348337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4414943543010561008/posts/default/623837221204348337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetas-universais.blogspot.com/2006/11/camilo-pessanha-o-poeta-natural.html' title='Camilo Pessanha - o poeta natural'/><author><name>Nuno Hipólito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02346417731366719109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pgng3CqfN7s/Til1FX7rzfI/AAAAAAAAB3g/pGNgEweLG_g/s220/263025_10150231978261837_504501836_7745312_7722568_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4414943543010561008.post-3682461953525429117</id><published>2006-11-13T15:58:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-13T16:04:42.275Z</updated><title type='text'>Goethe e a luz do mundo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.hschamberlain.net/kant/goethe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 101px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 125px" height="125" alt="" src="http://www.hschamberlain.net/kant/goethe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ficou famoso por &lt;a href="http://www.digital-karma.org/culture/quotes/famous-peoples-last-words"&gt;pedir mais luz ao morrer&lt;/a&gt;. Talvez porque toda a sua poesia irradie essa mesma luz do mundo que ele sentia estar a escapar-se dele para a eternidade. &lt;a href="http://www.vidaslusofonas.pt/johann_w_goethe.htm"&gt;Poeta clássico mas ao mesmo tempo romântico&lt;/a&gt;, reuniu no seu &lt;a href="http://www.ucalgary.ca/~esleben/faust/goethe/mainpage.html"&gt;Fausto&lt;/a&gt; - uma obra de toda a sua vida - os sentimentos de uma época e os desejos de uma geração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4414943543010561008-3682461953525429117?l=poetas-universais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4414943543010561008/posts/default/3682461953525429117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4414943543010561008/posts/default/3682461953525429117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetas-universais.blogspot.com/2006/11/goethe-e-luz-do-mundo.html' title='Goethe e a luz do mundo'/><author><name>Nuno Hipólito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02346417731366719109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pgng3CqfN7s/Til1FX7rzfI/AAAAAAAAB3g/pGNgEweLG_g/s220/263025_10150231978261837_504501836_7745312_7722568_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4414943543010561008.post-2989379787240045372</id><published>2006-11-09T13:48:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-09T13:56:32.518Z</updated><title type='text'>António Botto - a modernidade do sexo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.triplov.com/poesia/Antonio-Botto/Antonio-Botto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 94px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 127px" height="140" alt="" src="http://www.triplov.com/poesia/Antonio-Botto/Antonio-Botto.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://mixbrasil.uol.com.br/cultura/poesia/botto.asp"&gt;Poeta de desejos confessados&lt;/a&gt; no papel, pagou o preço da honestidade num período onde nem o pensamento era livre. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;A sua poesia simbólica está impregnada de um erotismo singular, masculino, de cadência escândalo, mas sobretudo de essência sensual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4414943543010561008-2989379787240045372?l=poetas-universais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4414943543010561008/posts/default/2989379787240045372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4414943543010561008/posts/default/2989379787240045372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetas-universais.blogspot.com/2006/11/antnio-botto-modernidade-do-sexo.html' title='António Botto - a modernidade do sexo'/><author><name>Nuno Hipólito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02346417731366719109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pgng3CqfN7s/Til1FX7rzfI/AAAAAAAAB3g/pGNgEweLG_g/s220/263025_10150231978261837_504501836_7745312_7722568_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4414943543010561008.post-4053420848270062508</id><published>2006-11-03T13:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-03T13:56:35.418Z</updated><title type='text'>António Gedeão e o deslumbramento da Natureza</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.citi.pt/cultura/literatura/poesia/antonio_gedeao/images/ant_gedeao_foto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 77px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 103px" height="117" alt="" src="http://www.citi.pt/cultura/literatura/poesia/antonio_gedeao/images/ant_gedeao_foto.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Como outros grandes poetas, &lt;a href="http://www.citi.pt/cultura/literatura/poesia/antonio_gedeao/"&gt;escolheu esconder o seu nome de nascença&lt;/a&gt;. Mas nunca escondeu o seu espanto com todas as coisas que a Natureza punha ao seu olhar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://users.isr.ist.utl.pt/~cfb/VdS/v122.txt"&gt;Um humanista lúcido&lt;/a&gt;, que, como todos os cientistas, na análise plena e minunciosa das coisas acabava por nunca achar diferenças entre os homens. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4414943543010561008-4053420848270062508?l=poetas-universais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4414943543010561008/posts/default/4053420848270062508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4414943543010561008/posts/default/4053420848270062508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetas-universais.blogspot.com/2006/11/antnio-gedeo-e-o-deslumbramento-da.html' title='António Gedeão e o deslumbramento da Natureza'/><author><name>Nuno Hipólito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02346417731366719109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pgng3CqfN7s/Til1FX7rzfI/AAAAAAAAB3g/pGNgEweLG_g/s220/263025_10150231978261837_504501836_7745312_7722568_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4414943543010561008.post-5854254710535449432</id><published>2006-10-27T12:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T12:42:07.423+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainer Maria Rilke e a intranquilidade da vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.thedrunkenboat.com/rilke.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 128px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 108px" height="108" alt="" src="http://www.thedrunkenboat.com/rilke.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.culturapara.art.br/opoema/rainermariarilke/rainermariarilke.htm"&gt;Poeta de lingua alemã, nascido em Praga, movido pela arte e pela filosofia&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rainer_Maria_Rilke"&gt;andou&lt;/a&gt; perto das influências existencialistas e da renovação da arte em Paris. A tristeza das suas palavras soam a mais do que meros lamentos, antes a uma reflexão grave sobre a dimensão horrivel da existência.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4414943543010561008-5854254710535449432?l=poetas-universais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4414943543010561008/posts/default/5854254710535449432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4414943543010561008/posts/default/5854254710535449432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetas-universais.blogspot.com/2006/10/rainer-maria-rilke-intranquilidade-da.html' title='Rainer Maria Rilke e a intranquilidade da vida'/><author><name>Nuno Hipólito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02346417731366719109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pgng3CqfN7s/Til1FX7rzfI/AAAAAAAAB3g/pGNgEweLG_g/s220/263025_10150231978261837_504501836_7745312_7722568_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4414943543010561008.post-4249366891905240156</id><published>2006-10-24T11:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T11:35:00.671+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Alexandre O'Neill e a liberdade cerceada</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.arlindo-correia.com/oneil.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 73px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" height="110" alt="" src="http://www.arlindo-correia.com/oneil.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.astormentas.com/din/biografia.asp?autor=Alexandre+O%27Neill"&gt;Surrealista crítico&lt;/a&gt;, amigo e inimigo de Cesariny, mas só por razões de organização. O'Neill monta argumentos à maneira consciente de manipular a linguagem pelo sentido perdido. Deixa nos jogos de palavras todo um sentido que pertence apenas a quem interpreta, ao deixar de ler.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Aqui e ali, pontos suspensos contra a PIDE e os passos certos das pessoas na rua. Duas liberdades que ficam na mesma, marcos importantes, mas diferentes, de uma mesma prisão. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4414943543010561008-4249366891905240156?l=poetas-universais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4414943543010561008/posts/default/4249366891905240156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4414943543010561008/posts/default/4249366891905240156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetas-universais.blogspot.com/2006/10/alexandre-oneill-e-liberdade-cerceada.html' title='Alexandre O&apos;Neill e a liberdade cerceada'/><author><name>Nuno Hipólito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02346417731366719109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pgng3CqfN7s/Til1FX7rzfI/AAAAAAAAB3g/pGNgEweLG_g/s220/263025_10150231978261837_504501836_7745312_7722568_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4414943543010561008.post-1201887185939917010</id><published>2006-10-23T12:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T12:27:15.397+01:00</updated><title type='text'>William Shakespeare - Os muitos que foram um</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.cougarquest.wsu.edu/images/workshops/Shakespear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 101px; CURSOR: hand" height="121" alt="" src="http://www.cougarquest.wsu.edu/images/workshops/Shakespear.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.shakespeareidentity.co.uk/"&gt;O mistério envolve os grandes homens&lt;/a&gt;. Mas, curiosamente, o mistério que envolve Shakespeare é a possibilidade de ele &lt;a href="http://www.pbs.org/wgbh/pages/frontline/shakespeare/"&gt;ter sido mais do que um&lt;/a&gt;. Seja como for, &lt;a href="http://www.william-shakespeare.info/william-shakespeare-poems.htm"&gt;a sua obra&lt;/a&gt;, vasta e profunda, representa um marco no pensamento humano, filosófico e poético. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4414943543010561008-1201887185939917010?l=poetas-universais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4414943543010561008/posts/default/1201887185939917010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4414943543010561008/posts/default/1201887185939917010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetas-universais.blogspot.com/2006/10/william-shakespeare-1564-1616.html' title='William Shakespeare - Os muitos que foram um'/><author><name>Nuno Hipólito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02346417731366719109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pgng3CqfN7s/Til1FX7rzfI/AAAAAAAAB3g/pGNgEweLG_g/s220/263025_10150231978261837_504501836_7745312_7722568_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4414943543010561008.post-8452570452723609266</id><published>2006-10-17T09:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T12:24:31.093+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Al Berto - Poetodrama sem gente</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://nescritas.nletras.com/albertomain/indiceobra/alberto_files/AlBertoX.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand" height="116" alt="" src="http://nescritas.nletras.com/albertomain/indiceobra/alberto_files/AlBertoX.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mun-sines.pt/concelho/F-alberto.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Delicado como poucos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;e crú como nenhum. Era um homem escondido do mundo que declamava seu, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/aierie/palavras.html#"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;mas apenas por uma esquina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;. Amanhã quem sabe. Por enquanto, depois de morto não há - como ele dizia - eternidade, só antes, enquanto vivo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4414943543010561008-8452570452723609266?l=poetas-universais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4414943543010561008/posts/default/8452570452723609266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4414943543010561008/posts/default/8452570452723609266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetas-universais.blogspot.com/2006/10/al-berto-poetodrama-sem-gente.html' title='Al Berto - Poetodrama sem gente'/><author><name>Nuno Hipólito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02346417731366719109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pgng3CqfN7s/Til1FX7rzfI/AAAAAAAAB3g/pGNgEweLG_g/s220/263025_10150231978261837_504501836_7745312_7722568_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4414943543010561008.post-8910423161655551918</id><published>2006-10-12T15:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T12:26:53.904+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Eugénio de Andrade, o telúrico litoral Norte</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bibliomanias.no.sapo.pt/e_andrade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 99px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 109px" height="131" alt="" src="http://bibliomanias.no.sapo.pt/e_andrade.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/EugÃ©nio_de_Andrade"&gt;Nasceu na base da Serra&lt;/a&gt; ao centro e foi morrer ao Norte. O frio talvez fosse o mesmo e a mesma a sensação interior, de estar dentro da Terra e dos seus mistérios. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sempre atento aos pormenores, ele fazia uma poesia em que os pormenores passam despercebidos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4414943543010561008-8910423161655551918?l=poetas-universais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4414943543010561008/posts/default/8910423161655551918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4414943543010561008/posts/default/8910423161655551918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetas-universais.blogspot.com/2006/10/eugnio-de-andrade-o-telrico-litoral.html' title='Eugénio de Andrade, o telúrico litoral Norte'/><author><name>Nuno Hipólito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02346417731366719109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pgng3CqfN7s/Til1FX7rzfI/AAAAAAAAB3g/pGNgEweLG_g/s220/263025_10150231978261837_504501836_7745312_7722568_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4414943543010561008.post-3866650561207063028</id><published>2006-10-09T12:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T12:27:40.118+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Bocage, o satírico inconformado</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://alfarrabio.di.uminho.pt/vercial/imagens/bocage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 90px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 115px" height="115" alt="" src="http://alfarrabio.di.uminho.pt/vercial/imagens/bocage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://atelier.hannover2000.mct.pt/~pr349/"&gt;Nascido em berço favorecido&lt;/a&gt;, foi pelas terras da India que viu o podre da sociedade portuguesa, já então conformada à corrupção e maus costumes. Revoltou-se e procurou justiça da melhor maneira que sabia - pela linguagem da poesia, que dominava genialmente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://users.isr.ist.utl.pt/~cfb/VdS/bocage.html"&gt;Os seus sonetos &lt;/a&gt;marcam um estilo próprio, inconformado e sempre satiríco, de um homem que além de proclamar desejava algo de melhor para o seu país e o seu tempo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4414943543010561008-3866650561207063028?l=poetas-universais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4414943543010561008/posts/default/3866650561207063028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4414943543010561008/posts/default/3866650561207063028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetas-universais.blogspot.com/2006/10/bocage-o-satrico-inconformado.html' title='Bocage, o satírico inconformado'/><author><name>Nuno Hipólito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02346417731366719109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pgng3CqfN7s/Til1FX7rzfI/AAAAAAAAB3g/pGNgEweLG_g/s220/263025_10150231978261837_504501836_7745312_7722568_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4414943543010561008.post-8430823299796922249</id><published>2006-10-04T09:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T12:26:29.649+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Luís de Camões e a Desventura</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1001orientes.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/Camoes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 103px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 111px" height="132" alt="" src="http://1001orientes.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/Camoes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Poeta das sete partidas, agarrou a desventura junto ao peito como amante. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;O destino levou-o para o Oriente, mas os olhos ficaram cá. Para além do trovador, &lt;a href="http://lusiadas.gertrudes.com/"&gt;da poesia épica&lt;/a&gt;, a beleza tocante e leve &lt;a href="http://faroldasletras.no.sapo.pt/sonetos_luis_camoes.htm"&gt;dos seus sonetos &lt;/a&gt;emociona muito para além do elogio dos heróis. Os seus sonetos são a sua parte humana e a sua epopeia a sua parte divina. E quantas vezes o homem não supera os deuses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4414943543010561008-8430823299796922249?l=poetas-universais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4414943543010561008/posts/default/8430823299796922249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4414943543010561008/posts/default/8430823299796922249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetas-universais.blogspot.com/2006/10/lus-de-cames-e-desventura.html' title='Luís de Camões e a Desventura'/><author><name>Nuno Hipólito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02346417731366719109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pgng3CqfN7s/Til1FX7rzfI/AAAAAAAAB3g/pGNgEweLG_g/s220/263025_10150231978261837_504501836_7745312_7722568_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4414943543010561008.post-5836479627393009797</id><published>2006-10-03T09:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T12:27:55.470+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mário de Sá-Carneiro e a memória da Quinta</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.triplov.com/sa_carneiro/mario_sa_carneiro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 89px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 121px" height="126" alt="" src="http://www.triplov.com/sa_carneiro/mario_sa_carneiro.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/MÃ¡rio_de_SÃ¡-Carneiro"&gt;Mário de Sá-Carneiro &lt;/a&gt;foi um grande expoente do modernismo português.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mas um modernismo expansivo para dentro, como o novelo que ele era. Homem-criança complexo e fechado, rodeado por angústia e um medo intenso de crescer. Dele recordamos com emoção as tiradas heróicas para o futuro que sempre nos remetem para o seu próprio passado. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Afinal todos os seus desejos, &lt;a href="http://users.isr.ist.utl.pt/~cfb/VdS/v241.txt"&gt;grandes como máquinas&lt;/a&gt;, eram pequenos como os buxos da quinta onde crescera. Conheceu &lt;a href="http://users.isr.ist.utl.pt/~cfb/VdS/v411.txt"&gt;o amor &lt;/a&gt;e morreu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4414943543010561008-5836479627393009797?l=poetas-universais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4414943543010561008/posts/default/5836479627393009797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4414943543010561008/posts/default/5836479627393009797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetas-universais.blogspot.com/2006/10/mrio-de-s-carneiro-e-memria-da-quinta.html' title='Mário de Sá-Carneiro e a memória da Quinta'/><author><name>Nuno Hipólito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02346417731366719109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pgng3CqfN7s/Til1FX7rzfI/AAAAAAAAB3g/pGNgEweLG_g/s220/263025_10150231978261837_504501836_7745312_7722568_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4414943543010561008.post-6108978607441246200</id><published>2006-09-29T14:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T12:25:18.769+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Cesariny e o absurdo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bibliomanias.no.sapo.pt/msdeV.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 76px; CURSOR: hand" height="119" alt="" src="http://bibliomanias.no.sapo.pt/msdeV.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Cesariny é o poeta do surreal, do imaginário falso das coisas evidentes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Emoções ou contemplação pura do absurdo da realidade. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.google.pt/imgres?imgurl=http://bibliomanias.no.sapo.pt/msdeV.jpg&amp;imgrefurl=http://bibliomanias.no.sapo.pt/dosjornais.htm&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;h=226&amp;w=150&amp;amp;sz=18&amp;hl=pt-PT&amp;amp;start=25&amp;tbnid=m8DAoW83Qbx26M:&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;tbnh=108&amp;tbnw=72&amp;amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3Dcesariny%26start%3D20%26ndsp%3D20%26svnum%3D10%26hl%3Dpt-PT%26lr%3D%26sa%3DN"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Pelos olhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; do velho que fuma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Se Pessoa era - por Cesariny - o grande &lt;a href="http://users.isr.ist.utl.pt/~cfb/VdS/v605.txt"&gt;Virgem Negra&lt;/a&gt;, Cesariny é - por Pessoa - a ausência total de sentido prolixo das coisas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4414943543010561008-6108978607441246200?l=poetas-universais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4414943543010561008/posts/default/6108978607441246200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4414943543010561008/posts/default/6108978607441246200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetas-universais.blogspot.com/2006/09/cesariny-e-o-absurdo.html' title='Cesariny e o absurdo'/><author><name>Nuno Hipólito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02346417731366719109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pgng3CqfN7s/Til1FX7rzfI/AAAAAAAAB3g/pGNgEweLG_g/s220/263025_10150231978261837_504501836_7745312_7722568_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4414943543010561008.post-4088076166621968694</id><published>2006-09-27T10:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T12:26:03.659+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O Poema Contínuo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://users.isr.ist.utl.pt/~cfb/gif-store/herberto.helder.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 79px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 108px" height="236" alt="" src="http://users.isr.ist.utl.pt/~cfb/gif-store/herberto.helder.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Chamava-se o poeta Herberto Helder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.siciliano.com.br/livro.asp?tema=2&amp;tipo=2&amp;amp;clsprd=L&amp;id=832784&amp;amp;orn=BMV"&gt;Chama-se o poema-livro: "Ou o poema contínuo".&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Uma longo poema que se extende por um livro numa prosa firme e circular, de um dos maiores poetas portugueses de todos os tempos, mas ao mesmo tempo afirmativa força da modernidade no pós-surrealismo de Cesariny. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4414943543010561008-4088076166621968694?l=poetas-universais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4414943543010561008/posts/default/4088076166621968694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4414943543010561008/posts/default/4088076166621968694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetas-universais.blogspot.com/2006/09/o-poema-contnuo.html' title='O Poema Contínuo'/><author><name>Nuno Hipólito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02346417731366719109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pgng3CqfN7s/Til1FX7rzfI/AAAAAAAAB3g/pGNgEweLG_g/s220/263025_10150231978261837_504501836_7745312_7722568_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4414943543010561008.post-8831512285296888120</id><published>2006-09-26T10:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T10:30:32.249+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Um blog sobre Poesia</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;O Egocentro Poético vai falar dos mais famosos poetas do mundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poetas e poesias de sempre e para sempre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Al_Berto"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Al Berto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://de.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wilhelm_Klemm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Wilhelm Klemm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;, e alguns pelo meio...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Será disponibilizada uma vasta selecção de links sobre cada um deles&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4414943543010561008-8831512285296888120?l=poetas-universais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4414943543010561008/posts/default/8831512285296888120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4414943543010561008/posts/default/8831512285296888120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetas-universais.blogspot.com/2006/09/um-blog-sobre-poesia.html' title='Um blog sobre Poesia'/><author><name>Nuno Hipólito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02346417731366719109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pgng3CqfN7s/Til1FX7rzfI/AAAAAAAAB3g/pGNgEweLG_g/s220/263025_10150231978261837_504501836_7745312_7722568_n.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
