Bocage - portuguese poet from the 18th century
Posted: Tue Jun 12, 2012 9:42 pm
Man, I really wanted to talk you about Bocage. A portuguese Poet borned in 1765. He used to write poetry, sometimes in a very filthy way, like Morrison (thinking about (Lament to my cock, think's like that , but in a funnier way). I wished i knew more about english language to translate it.
Copyed from wikipedia:
"Free translation of a poem where Bocage draws his self portrait.
Free translation in English:
Thin, blue eyes, tanned face,
His fair share of feet, middling height,
Sad face and figure,
High nose in the middle, and not small;
Incapable of staying in just one place,
Quicker to anger than tenderness;
Drinking in his pale hands, out of a dark cup,
From hellish enthusiasms a lethal poison;
Burning incense to a thousand divinities
(I mean, a thousand girls) in a single moment,
Loving the priests only at the altar,
This is Bocage, in whom some talent shines;
He himself wrote these truths,
On a day when he was bored."
Copyed from wikipedia:
"Free translation of a poem where Bocage draws his self portrait.
Free translation in English:
Thin, blue eyes, tanned face,
His fair share of feet, middling height,
Sad face and figure,
High nose in the middle, and not small;
Incapable of staying in just one place,
Quicker to anger than tenderness;
Drinking in his pale hands, out of a dark cup,
From hellish enthusiasms a lethal poison;
Burning incense to a thousand divinities
(I mean, a thousand girls) in a single moment,
Loving the priests only at the altar,
This is Bocage, in whom some talent shines;
He himself wrote these truths,
On a day when he was bored."





