Adamastor Book Series
Adamastor Book Series, named for the mythological character invented by Camões in the Renaissance epic The Lusiads, is dedicated to publishing both translations of important works from the Portuguese language and essays on Lusophone literatures and cultures.
The Art of Being a Tiger. Selected Poems
University of Massachusetts Press
The Art of Being a Tiger
Selected Poems
Ana Luísa Amaral;
Margaret Jull Costa, trans.;
Anna M. Klobucka, fwd.

Tagus Press

2017 . 236 pp. 6 x 9"
Poetry / Poetry - Spanish & Portuguese / Poetry - Women Authors

$19.95 Paperback, 978-1-933227-81-8
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One of Portugal's most acclaimed contemporary writers is now available in English translation.

Ana Luísa Amaral, one of Portugal’s most acclaimed contemporary writers, was born in Lisbon in 1956. A scholar of Anglo-American literatures with a doctoral dissertation on Emily Dickinson, she published her first collection of poetry, Minha Senhora de Quê (Mistress of What), in 1990. The Art of Being a Tiger offers a representative selection of Amaral’s poems, from the 1990s to the present, in a precise and luminous translation by Margaret Jull Costa. The collection highlights the poet’s manifold intertextual engagements—from Portugal’s literary giants, Luís de Camões and Fernando Pessoa, to landmarks of second-wave feminist theorizing such as Sandra Gilbert and Susan Gubar’s The Madwoman in the Attic. It foregrounds Amaral’s passionate attentiveness to the here and now, as likely to result in transformative explorations of everyday scenarios of domesticity as to lead the poet to confront large-scale political crises of her day. Such is the capacious receptivity of Amaral’s art of thereness, with its responsive capability always already disciplined by a poetics that is at once formally demanding and deeply idiosyncratic, and its artfulness always already in the process of yielding to the unpredictable pressures of the real.

From the Book:


Let all the starts temble,
and the other dimensions above
the void,
seeking roots
in what was a universe

Because, even so,
he loved it all:
the astonishment on that face,
the being in orbit
hanging by a thread of love
and air

Time would remain:
like a lighthouse,
like a fiery star
casting a troubling

Which could, later,
in Cassiopeia's capacious dress
be a tremor of blue

—or peace

The Collection