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Afro-Brazilian writer & poet, Carolina Maria de Jesus, Child of the Dark by Carolina Maria de Jesus, Favela de Canindé/São Paulo, Minas Gerais/Brazil, Poem “Humanity” by Carolina Maria de Jesus, Poema “Humanidade” por Carolina Maria de Jesus, Quarto de Despejo (Trash Room) by Carolina Maria de Jesus, São Paulo/Brazil
Carolina Maria de Jesus with cart – Favela of Canindé – São Paulo (circa 1958)
Photo Credit: Jornal Estado de Minas (Collection Audálio Dantas)
My Poetry Corner November 2018 features the poem “Humanity” (Humanidade) by Afro-Brazilian writer and poet, Carolina Maria de Jesus (1914-1977), born in a rural community in Minas Gerais, Southeast Brazil.
An illegitimate child of a sharecropping family, Carolina was treated as an outcast. After just two years in primary school, when she learned to read and write, she developed a love for reading. She dreamed of becoming a writer.
“The book…fascinates me,” de Jesus writes in My Strange Diary (Meu Estranho Diário). “I was raised in the world. Without maternal guidance. But books guided my thinking. Avoiding the abysses that we encounter in life. Blessed the time I spent reading. I came to the conclusion that it’s the poor who must read. Because the book, it’s the compass that we have to guide man into the future…”
In 1930, de Jesus moved with her family to the State of São Paulo, where she worked as a washerwoman and, later, as a housemaid. After her mother’s death in 1937, she moved to the state capital, an industrial megalopolis. In 1948, she became pregnant for a Portuguese sailor. After he abandoned her, she moved to the favela (slum) of Canindé. Two other children followed, for different fathers.
De Jesus eked out a living: working as a housemaid and scavenging for paper and scrap metal around Canindé. An independent woman, she refused to marry because of the domestic violence she witnessed around her. Writing on blank pages of used notebooks she found in trash cans, she began recording her day-to-day existence as one of society’s “discarded” and marginalized people.
In her first entry, she writes: “July 15, 1955. The birthday of my daughter Vera Eunice [born 1953]. I wanted to buy a pair of shoes for her, but the price of food keeps us from realizing our desires. Actually we are slaves to the cost of living…”
Carolina Maria de Jesus – Manuscript of Journal – July 15, 1955
Photo Credit: Templo Cultural Delfos
Her stories, poems, and journal entries describe her struggle to rise above poverty and the ever-present specter of hunger. She calls attention to the social problems they face—prostitution, adultery, incest, alcoholism, physical violence, and foul language—and the consequences in their lives. She writes of the racial injustice and discrimination heaped on the poor and blacks in the favelas. She notes the empty promises made by politicians.
In an untitled poem from her journal, de Jesus requests:
Don’t say that I was trash,
that I lived on the margin of life.
Say that I was looking for work,
but I was always slighted.
Tell the Brazilian people
that my dream was to be a writer,
but I did not have money
to pay for a publisher.
A breakthrough came in 1958 when Carolina de Jesus met the young journalist, Audálio Dantas, during his visit to the favela for an assignment. On learning about her journal, he recognized its uniqueness and sociological importance. Through Dantas’ influence, edited excerpts were published in a magazine. Their popularity among readers led to the publication of her journal in 1960 as a book titled, Quarto de Despejo (Trash Room).
From left to right: Carolina Maria de Jesus, Journalist Audálio Dantas, and Actress Ruth de Souza – Favela of Canindé – São Paulo – 1961
Photo Credit: Collection Audálio Dantas
When asked about the idea for the name of her book, de Jesus told the interviewer: “In 1948, when they began to demolish one-story houses to construct apartment buildings, we, the poor, that lived in collective housing units, were trashed and we began living under bridges. That’s why I call the favela the trash room for a city. We, the poor, are old junk.”
Trash Room became an instant bestseller, selling 10,000 copies within the first three days and 90,000 more copies over the next six months. The English version, Child of the Dark, followed in 1962. The book soon drew international attention. But, to the Brazilian literary elite, it lacked linguistic quality. Three more books published in the 1960s received little attention.
Carolina Maria de Jesus signing her book Quarto de Despejo – São Paulo – 1960
Photo Credit: Templo Cultural Delfos
In her poem, “Many fled on seeing me,” published posthumously (1996) in Personal Anthology, a poetry collection, de Jesus laments:
It was paper I collected
To pay for my living
And in the trash I found books to read
How many things I wanted to do
I was hindered by prejudice
When I die I want to be born again
In a country where blacks predominate
With her book royalties, Carolina de Jesus bought a house in a middle-class neighborhood. Admiration turned to envy. Some accused her of being ambitious and uncharitable.
The featured poem, “Humanity,” published posthumously in My Strange Diary, is composed of four stanzas with a rhyme scheme aabccb. De Jesus expresses her disillusions with humankind: the perversity, wickedness, greed, tyrannical…egoists, and hypocrisy.
After knowing humanity
its perversities
its ambitions
I have been getting older
and losing
the illusions
[…]
When I die…
I don’t want to be born again
It’s horrible, to endure humanity
that has a noble appearance
that conceals
its worst qualities
Unable to adjust to life among the middle-class, de Jesus moved to the countryside where she lived in poverty until the end of her life. Her passing in 1977 went virtually unnoticed. She left behind more than 5,000 handwritten pages that contained seven novels, over 60 texts of chronicles, fables, autobiography and stories, over 100 poems, and four plays.
To read the featured poem in its original Portuguese and learn more about the work of Carolina Maria de Jesus, go to my Poetry Corner November 2018.
NOTE: All translations from Portuguese to English done by Rosaliene Bacchus.
She deserves a much wider audience, especially in her own country.
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I totally agree with you, John. And, while her work may never be added to the Brazilian curriculum, I was pleased to discover a renewed interest in her life and body of work. See details in my comment to Ash.
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Thank you for bringing this amazing and discarded woman to my attention. I shall look for her work.
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Thanks, Pauline. I’ve discovered that her first book, Child of the Dark, is available for sale on Amazon and Barnes & Noble.
I think of the children among our poor and marginalized communities who will never get the chance to realize their full potential. Carolina found a way to make her voice heard. Then the Brazilian military dictatorship (1964-1985) found a way to silence her.
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I found a copy on Book Depository and ordered it. There were also several biographies there too, one of which I’ve saved to my wish list for later.
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Pauline, thanks for supporting Carolina’s legacy. I checked out the Book Depository that was new to me. I was not surprised to learn that Amazon acquired the UK-Australian company in 2011.
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I didn’t know Amazon had taken them over, I shouldn’t be surprised however as all the good independents are being eaten up by the global moguls. I used to buy from an on-line independent who donated profits to third world countries. Amazon acquired them and soon after they disappeared entirely.
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That’s the way the global moguls operate, Pauline. They buy out their competition, and then close them down.
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Yep!!
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Reblogged this on Guyanese Online.
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Thanks for sharing, Cyril. Hope that all is going well during your Guyana Mission trip 🙂
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Very interesting and thank you for sharing!… 🙂 The outside world may have thought she lived in poverty, but I suspect she did not.. no doubt to her, life meant more than wealth… 🙂
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Dutch, her day-to-day life in the favela was one of finding food to stave off hunger. She made the following observation: “Brazil needs to be led by a person who has known hunger. Hunger is also a teacher. Who has gone hungry learns to think of the future and of the children.”
The Brazilian people did eventually find such a leader in Luiz Inacio Lula da Silva–President of Brazil from January 2003 to January 2011–but he was recently jailed and prevented from running again for the presidency. Interestingly, Lula da Silva was born in October 1945 when Carolina de Jesus was 31 years old. Perhaps, the gods heard her cries for help.
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bittersweet story of a remarkable, expressive heart, Rosaliene.
thank you for helping keep her vital & alive.
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Thanks, David. As a writer still struggling to get my novels published, I connected immediately with the challenges she faced.
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I’ve never heard about her before prior to you writing this. I will definitely be looking up her work. I hope more people discover her so her struggles are not in vain. Thank you for sharing this with us!
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Ash, I’m pleased that you’re interested in learning more about Carolina. I discovered her name by accident when researching Brazilian poets during Brazil’s military dictatorship. I was happy to learn of the renewed interest in her work in recent years, as indicated below.
~ Narratives of Carolina Maria de Jesus: The process of creating poetry out of scraps by Raffaella Fernandez, Institute of Language Studies of the University of Campinas, São Paulo, 2015.
~ Exhibition of the life and work of Carolina Maria de Jesus promoted by the Afro-Brazilian Museum (Museu Afro Brasil) in honor of Brazil’s Black Awareness Month, São Paulo, November 2015.
~ Carolina – Uma Biografia by Tom Farias, published in Brazil, 2018.
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Thank you so much for that information! That’s really helpful. I’ve travelled to places in Latin America and have been interested in learning more about inequality that’s exists, in particular the discrimination towards blacks and poor people. So her work is definintly something I will be looking into.
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You’re welcome, Ash!
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I feel the same way.
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Me, too, Robert 😦 More so now, as thousands of our military troops assemble at our southern border to deter people seeking refuge from hunger and violence.
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No “reply” button to a comment you made, so quote: “How do we, as teachers and parents, create that spark in children? I truly don’t know. Something more to reflect on.”
How can I teach, how can I awaken? I’ll tell you what I have observed. People are like the modern gas heater. There’s an electronic igniter and when the thermostat says, “go” the igniter clicks, makes a spark and the gas lights up and the heater begins throwing heat around. A child is the heater; its desires are the gas line. A “parent” or “teacher” is the igniter. But if the gas hasn’t built up pressure behind the feed valve, nothing will happen, you can click away all day until the striker is worn or dead. Mass public education is a massive fallacy. Where there’s a will, there is a way; where there’s no will, there is no way. I believe the waste in educational effort is in the 90 percentile, so I’ve read – a horrific failure.
You’ll say, how can I be the igniter? Example, example, example – be that which you want to see in your child/student. Then use carefully chosen, masterful but strictly suggestive communication. You’re not making or filling a mind, you are showing it how to feed. Then the mind will feed, and it is utterly useless in my opinion, to tell that mind what to feed on. It must discover that for itself and if it does not, there is nothing you could have done to change that. The spark does not control the quality, or quantity, of gas entering the burner. The spark lights the gas and dies off.
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Oh! Why don’t more true humanists express the hurt, passion and anger we suffer, the way Carolina Maria de Jesus did in her own honest and simplistic way.
How easily we understand what she is trying to impart to us, how effectively we identify with her struggle and how passionately we share with her emotions.
You would-be intellectuals, you can’t reach us with your poetry full of verbal pyrotechnics.
Your display of intellectual linguism, only confuses us and obscures the essence of your intent.
Try talking to us in the language we understand. Follow the example of Carolina Maria de Jesus.
Thanks Rosaliene for introducing me to this wonderful person. I will be reading more of her works. We have so much in common.
Royden V. Chan
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Royden, thanks for dropping by and sharing your thoughts. I also find “poetry full of verbal pyrotechnics” inaccessible.
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Royden, being a humanist does not mean being an empath. To express the hurt, passion and anger of another, one has to become a part of it. That’s called empathy. Earthians, but for rare exceptions, are not empathetic beings – even a cursory observation of people reveals that. Some stand out, yes, but that’s always been my point: exceptions prove the rule. Compassion, sorrow and joy – all misunderstood, seldom engaged concepts, yet they are the ones that could change everything overnight. Funny that, yes? I call it programming. People are programmed to be and remain, their own worst enemies, and enemies of their natural environment. Break the programming, the answers will follow.
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What can anyone say after reading about Carolina’s life? The poor are not allowed to ever discover they too have a voice. When it does finally erupt it is in revolutionary violence and bloodshed. She says that humanity has a noble appearance concealing its worst qualities. Indeed that is how I have always perceived it. Now Brazil, having had a chance at developing an evolving democracy has deliberately turned back the clock again. People, but particularly the poor, are their own worst enemies.
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Sha’Tara, it saddens me that the Brazilian people have voted for an authoritarian and sexist leader who favors torture. I agree when you say that the poor are their own worst enemies. In her wisdom, Carolina perceived the importance for the poor to read, to be informed.
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Good response, Rosaliene, thanks.
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Rosaliene,
I was immediately struck by the fact that this illegitimate sharecropper’s daughter, born in 1914, would have become literate, and apparently at a young age. Certainly that wasn’t common. It led me to wonder who might have taught her to read. Alleviating hunger is certainly priority, but I believe literacy is key to climbing out of poverty. Thanks for the cameo of her life. Sounds like she was and will continue to be an inspiration for others.
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Katharine, she was semi-literate. Her work is filled with poor grammar and punctuation, and misspelled words. In the featured poem, she misspells the word “hypocrisy.”
According to one biography, she was probably nine and ten years old when she had the opportunity to attend a primary school. She improved her reading skills–which, by the way, also improves our writing skills–by reading everything she could find.
I share your view that literacy is key to climbing out of poverty, but it’s not enough.
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Rosaliene,
Of course literacy is not enough, but it’s a tangible start.
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Most definitely, Katharine.
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The same circumstances that might help some succeed in literacy can cause others to give up. When I was starting school my father had what may as well have been a “life sentence” in a mental hospital, and my mother was left too poor to spend quality time with my brother and I while she worked multiple jobs. My early success in reading at school gave me a new world to immerse myself in that was non-threatening, and inspired me with a wider world.
Most others in poverty in my neighborhood were not succeeding, and not getting more than make do jobs. There was for me a city program to give attention to gifted students, but in almost all schools no special help for those struggling or handicapped, and at best one over-worked guidance counselor for a huge number of high school students. Basic literacy is a check off, but it does not necessarily inspire, encourage, nurture and help students feel their self-worth.
Dan
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Bottom line for any human, regardless of one’s particular circumstances, it is the individual who must take charge of her/his life. The quest is towards self empowerment. That means taking responsibility for all aspects of one’s life. No way around that. Like many, I am here, thinking and writing and also contributing to society in many positive ways because I rejected being pigeonholed. I raised myself up by my own bootstraps. Early in grade school which incorporated government curriculum and religious (Catholic) I realized it was a trap and dreamed, read, worked, my way out of that to find myself through social interaction, sometimes involving mass protests, always watching, judging, studying and working out solution in my mind. That gave me choices fellow-church goers, workers and siblings did not have.
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Sha’Tara, do you recall how old you were in grade school when you realized the system “was a trap”? Was it a person in your life or a book that your read that opened your eyes?
From the moment I learned to read books, I embarked on a quest for knowledge. I guess that it was an inner drive born of the unfortunate social and financial circumstances of my poor, working-class family.
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I can relate to being raised in real poverty, though as children we didn’t know that being cold and hungry much of the time wasn’t normal. I was fortunate to be taught to read around age 4, at home. I learned to recognize letters joined up as words, learned to repeat the words, join them up in sentences and began to make sense of them. I remember reading labels on cans, bottles and containers in the big wooden box that served as pantry and wardrobe, and on the kitchen table. Some I peeled off and kept in a box under my bed to read by coal oil lamp, pretending that they were my “books.” School was an amazing boon. I got books and read those through and through, trying to understand a world being depicted I knew absolutely nothing about – we lived in the Canadian north without electricity, telephone and sporadic one station radio if we could afford the battery, so information was scant. Later, maybe when I was 8, there came a subscription to a farmer’s weekly, the Winnipeg Free Press, and that opened up the concept of relating to current events. Really it didn’t matter what the contents were, I just needed to read and read. Maybe around 10-12, I began to put down my own ideas from all that mish-mash of reading, and I was allowed to go with dad to organizational village meetings, so I learned what it meant to think politically. I had ideas too and they were not welcome. I was barred from attending since I could not stop commenting on various proposals. But that only made me more curious. What was it that certain influential and richer people didn’t want me to know? By the time I was 14 I was already on the path to questioning everything, a conspiracy theorist. Served me well. I’m even more so now, after decades of activism, challenging the status quo, making powerful enemies including death threats (somewhat of an accomplishment here in Canada, eh?). Too many people simply ride the waves thinking they can’t do anything, make any changes, or sucking up to the status quo, that’s the ultimate problem. Public and religious education will NEVER teach methods to self empowerment for that would spell the end of elitist manipulation; the end of the wizard because it brings down the veil of lies everything is made of in civilization. People believe in collective power and that is the biggest lie of all because all such power eventually has to emanate from, or come under the control of, the “establishment” and why no revolution has ever succeeded in ushering in true freedom. Change comes from the committed and daring individual who is not afraid to be her own hero. My advice to anyone seeking change is always the same: be the change you wish to see or you will never see it. I know this now, at 72: you can put me in solitary confinement but you will never confine my mind. I am free. It’s not luck or magic, it’s commitment to a cause: mine.
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Sha’Tara, thanks for sharing your early journey to self-determination.
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Thanks Rosaliene. And now you’ve set a little task before me: you use self determination and I use self empowerment. Which is right? Both? Are they interchangeable? There has to be a subtle difference here I’m not up on, have to find it and work with it. Thanks.
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My error, Sha’Tara, in not noting you used the term “self empowerment.”
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Thanks for sharing your thoughts and personal experience, Dan. I agree that basic literacy is not enough. I also share a similar experience when “success in reading…inspired me with a wider world.” Reading changed my life as it did that of Carolina Maria de Jesus. How do we, as teachers and parents, create that spark in children? I truly don’t know. Something more to reflect on.
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Wow, it’s so rare that working and oppressed people have any permanent voice in recording the conditions of their lives. Although this is a book of poetry, it clearly has major historical significance.
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Dr. Bramhall, Carolina’s first published book and a bestseller, Child of the Dark, is not a poetry collection, but rather a kind of memoir. Her poetry collection, Personal Anthology, was published posthumously in 1996.
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So very sad. I wonder how many Carolina Marias are born and die unnoticed by the world. They have no social skills, no proper education. Their amazing talents have a hard time to reveal themselves. I wish there were more people like journalist Dantas who would give a hand to a gifted but struggling individual. Pity her own country didn’t appreciate her enough. What a wonderful, humble and noble spirit!
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Inese, I, too, wonder of the number of children who are born and die without realizing their full potential. Blessed the day that the journalist Dantas met Carolina and brought her work into the light. The prejudice that Carolina faced is the same prejudice that the “caravan” of refugees will face when they arrive at America’s southern border.
In one of her interviews, Carolina said: “I hated politicians and bosses because my dream was to be a writer and the poor cannot have a noble ideal.”
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For some reason, people are always expecting ‘politicians and bosses’ to step in and handle all the ‘caravans’ of the world. I wish we were like the journalist Dantas who gave a hand because he had a heart. I wish we all did our part.
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“I wish we all did our part.” So do I, Inese.
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You sure do, Rosaliene.
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CAPITALISM IS KILLING THE WORLD’S WILDLIFE, NOT ‘HUMANITY’ BY ANNA PIGOTT
3 November 2018 — Climate & Capitalism
By failing to name the system responsible, the new Living Planet report undermines its own call for a collective response to the biodiversity crisis
https://williambowles.info/2018/11/04/capitalism-is-killing-the-worlds-wildlife-not-humanity-by-anna-pigott/
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Thanks for sharing the article, Cyril.
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Wow. Hidden gems are often the most beautiful. 🙂
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Thanks, Shift 🙂
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Thank you for this window into the life of a woman of courage. Her independence was fierce and inspiring. I read a little more about her, curious about her later life in the countryside where I hope she found a little more peace and a greater sense of freedom.
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Hopefully, JoAnna. The biographical material I found online spoke little about her later life away from public scrutiny. Based on the body of work she left behind, she did not stop writing.
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A dark but beautiful vision of the world. One is left not knowing whether to praise the beauty or despair the darkness. Thanks for introducing her to me, Rosaliene.
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So true, Dr. Stein.
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Wow. That last stanza is exactly how I feel.
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So do I, Kathy.
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Thank you, Rosaliene. I don’t speak Portuguese to understand the videos about her from your linked site, but I appreciate the introduction. I hope she would be pleased to know that her words are still living.
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I’m sure Carolina would be pleased that her work is finally getting the attention it deserves. Sorry about the videos in Portuguese. It’s rare to find videos with English subtitles.
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I appreciate learning about her. Thanks
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Really interesting!
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Thanks for dropping by, Luisa 🙂
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Thank you for sharing this. I had never heard of Carolina before, and I am glad to have read her story. I will look more into her works now.
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Thanks for dropping by. She was indeed an amazing woman.
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Obrigada for the introduction to Carolina’s poetry! The photos are stunning – you found them in a Brasilian archive? Has her life’s work been published in Portuguese? Her writing was elegant and powerful. -Rebecca
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Thanks for reading, Rebecca. I found the photos online through a Google search. Her work is available in Portuguese as well as her journal, Quarto de Despejo, that brought her to national attention. The book, in both the original Portuguese and English translation, is available for purchase online.
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Thank you for sharing her poetry Rosaliene. I like your translation of her words, very moving, truthful poetry❤️
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Wanted to “Like” your comment, Judy.
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Thank you Sha’Tara
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Thanks for reading, Judy 🙂 She was an amazing woman.
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Her words spark deep truth
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