{"id":1915,"date":"2016-06-25T08:27:47","date_gmt":"2016-06-25T12:27:47","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blogdalucianaoliveira.com.br\/blog\/?p=1915"},"modified":"2016-06-25T08:27:47","modified_gmt":"2016-06-25T12:27:47","slug":"os-homens-ocos-de-t-s-eliot","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/blogdalucianaoliveira.com.br\/blog\/2016\/06\/25\/os-homens-ocos-de-t-s-eliot\/","title":{"rendered":"Os homens ocos de T. S. Eliot"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" data-attachment-id=\"1916\" data-permalink=\"http:\/\/blogdalucianaoliveira.com.br\/blog\/2016\/06\/25\/os-homens-ocos-de-t-s-eliot\/image-414\/\" data-orig-file=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/blogdalucianaoliveira.com.br\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/06\/image-107.jpeg?fit=3184%2C1602\" data-orig-size=\"3184,1602\" data-comments-opened=\"0\" data-image-meta=\"{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;2.2&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;iPhone 6&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;1466766459&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;4.15&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;125&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0.0333333333333&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;orientation&quot;:&quot;0&quot;}\" data-image-title=\"image\" data-image-description=\"\" data-image-caption=\"\" data-medium-file=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/blogdalucianaoliveira.com.br\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/06\/image-107.jpeg?fit=300%2C151\" data-large-file=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/blogdalucianaoliveira.com.br\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/06\/image-107.jpeg?fit=600%2C302\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/blogdalucianaoliveira.com.br\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/06\/image-107.jpeg?resize=600%2C302\" alt=\"image\" width=\"600\" height=\"302\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-1916\" srcset=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/blogdalucianaoliveira.com.br\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/06\/image-107.jpeg?w=3184 3184w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/blogdalucianaoliveira.com.br\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/06\/image-107.jpeg?resize=300%2C151 300w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/blogdalucianaoliveira.com.br\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/06\/image-107.jpeg?resize=768%2C386 768w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/blogdalucianaoliveira.com.br\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/06\/image-107.jpeg?resize=1024%2C515 1024w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/blogdalucianaoliveira.com.br\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/06\/image-107.jpeg?resize=596%2C300 596w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/blogdalucianaoliveira.com.br\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/06\/image-107.jpeg?w=1200 1200w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/blogdalucianaoliveira.com.br\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/06\/image-107.jpeg?w=1800 1800w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 600px) 100vw, 600px\" \/><\/p>\n<p>&#8220;N\u00f3s somos os homens ocos<br \/>\nOs homens empalhados<br \/>\nUns nos outros amparados<br \/>\nO elmo cheio de nada. Ai de n\u00f3s!<!--more--><\/p>\n<p>Nossas vozes dessecadas,<br \/>\nQuando juntos sussurramos,<br \/>\nS\u00e3o quietas e inexpressas<br \/>\nComo o vento na relva seca<br \/>\nOu p\u00e9s de ratos sobre cacos<br \/>\nEm nossa adega evaporada<\/p>\n<p>F\u00f4rma sem forma, sombra sem cor<br \/>\nFor\u00e7a paralisada, gesto sem vigor;<\/p>\n<p>Aqueles que atravessaram<br \/>\nDe olhos retos, para o outro reino da morte<br \/>\nNos recordam \u2014 se o fazem \u2014 n\u00e3o como violentas<br \/>\nAlmas danadas, mas apenas<br \/>\nComo os homens ocos<br \/>\nOs homens empalhados.<\/p>\n<p>II<\/p>\n<p>Os olhos que temo encontrar em sonhos<br \/>\nNo reino de sonho da morte<br \/>\nEstes n\u00e3o aparecem:<br \/>\nL\u00e1, os olhos s\u00e3o como a l\u00e2mina<br \/>\nDo sol nos ossos de uma coluna<br \/>\nL\u00e1, uma \u00e1rvore brande os ramos<br \/>\nE as vozes est\u00e3o no fr\u00eamito<br \/>\nDo vento que est\u00e1 cantando<br \/>\nMais distantes e solenes<br \/>\nQue uma estrela agonizante.<\/p>\n<p>Que eu demais n\u00e3o me aproxime<br \/>\nDo reino de sonho da morte<br \/>\nQue eu possa trajar ainda<br \/>\nEsses t\u00e1citos disfarces<br \/>\nPele de rato, plumas de corvo, estacas cruzadas<br \/>\nE comportar-me num campo<br \/>\nComo o vento se comporta<br \/>\nNem mais um passo<\/p>\n<p>\u2014 N\u00e3o este encontro derradeiro<br \/>\nNo reino crepuscular.&#8221;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&#8220;N\u00f3s somos os homens ocos Os homens empalhados Uns nos outros amparados O elmo cheio de nada. 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