Eugénio de Andrade


Born
in Póvoa de Atalaia, Fundão, Portugal
January 19, 1923

Died
June 13, 2005

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The Portuguese poet Eugénio de Andrade, pseudonym of José Fontinhas, is revered as one of the leading names in contemporary Portuguese poetry.
His poetry is most striking for the depth of his short poems. One of Eugénio de Andrade's most known poems is his Poem to Mother.
In 2001, he received the Portuguese award Prémio Camões.


Average rating: 4.16 · 983 ratings · 94 reviews · 81 distinct works
Poesia

4.67 avg rating — 92 ratings — published 2000 — 4 editions
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Primeiros Poemas / As Mãos ...

4.25 avg rating — 93 ratings — published 1986 — 4 editions
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As Palavras Interditas / At...

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4.25 avg rating — 80 ratings — published 1978 — 2 editions
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Forbidden Words: Selected P...

4.50 avg rating — 52 ratings — published 2003
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Antologia Pessoal Da Poesia...

4.31 avg rating — 42 ratings — published 1999
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Coração do Dia / Mar de Set...

4.09 avg rating — 33 ratings — published 2013
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Aquela Nuvem E Outras

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3.79 avg rating — 39 ratings — published 1986 — 4 editions
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Obscuro Domínio

4.36 avg rating — 28 ratings — published 2000 — 4 editions
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O Sal da Língua precedido d...

4.18 avg rating — 22 ratings — published 2001
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Ostinato Rigore

4.10 avg rating — 21 ratings — published 1964 — 2 editions
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“Todas as casas onde há livros e quadros e discos são bonitas. E são feias todas as casas, por mais luxuosas, onde faltem essas coisas."
―Eugénio de Andrade”
Eugénio de Andrade

“Hoje roubei todas as rosas dos jardins
e cheguei ao pé de ti de mãos vazias.”
Eugénio de Andrade

“We’ve worn our words to death,
when now I say: my love,
nothing happens, absolutely nothing.
And yet, before the words were spent,
I’m certain
that everything trembled
at the mere murmur of your name
in the silence of my heart.

Now we have nothing to give.
There is nothing within you
that asks me for water.
The past is useless as a rag.
And I’ve told you already: the words are spent.

Good-bye.”
Eugénio de Andrade, Forbidden Words: Selected Poetry

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