Augusto dos Anjos was a poet born in Paraíba on April 20, 1884. He composed his first verses at age seven, but his first published verse Homesickness came out in 1900. These early verses were influenced by Symbolism. He also was influenced by philosophers like Herbert Spencer and Ernst Haeckel in his earlier days. ParaÃba is one of the states of Brazil, located in the northeastern part of the country, on the Atlantic coast. ... April 20 is the 110th day of the year in the Gregorian calendar (111th in leap years). ... 1884 is a leap year starting on Tuesday (click on link to calendar). ... 1900 (MCM) is a common year starting on Monday. ... Herbert Spencer. ... This article is in need of attention from an expert on the subject. ...
In his later period he had a more individualized voice. By 1908 he was a professor and currently he is among the most noted Brazilian poets. 1908 (MCMVIII) is a leap year starting on Wednesday (link will take you to calendar). ...
He is said to have had asthma[1] and later died of pneumonia in Minas Gerais on November 12, 1914. As he often wrote about tuberculosis some assume he died of that instead. Pneumonia is an illness of the lungs and respiratory system in which the microscopic, air-filled sacs (alveoli) responsible for absorbing oxygen from the atmosphere become inflamed and flooded with fluid. ... Minas Gerais (pronounced IPA ) is one of the states of Brazil, the second most populous in the federation. ... November 12 is the 316th day of the year (317th in leap years) in the Gregorian Calendar, with 49 days remaining. ... 1914 (MCMXIV) is a common year starting on Thursday. ... Tuberculosis (commonly shortened to TB) is an infection caused by the bacterium Mycobacterium tuberculosis, which most commonly affects the lungs (pulmonary TB) but can also affect the central nervous system (meningitis), lymphatic system, circulatory system (Miliary tuberculosis), genitourinary system, bones and joints. ...
Augusto, em geral, andava sozinho e na frente do grupo, observando o movimento agitado e alegre das moças, as comidas típicas da festa, o amendoim açucarado, as cocadas, a maçã do amor.
Levava o resto do dia a cavalgar de um lado a outro do seu vasto Engenho, conversava com um ou outro morador, observava de longe o corte da cana, o chiado lamentoso do carro-de-boi levando a cana para a moenda e, finalmente, quando a noite caia, ele voltava para casa ainda mais desconsolado que antes.
Ao saber do acontecido, corre a mulher pela calçada a gritar aos que passam: morreu o magro, morreu Augusto, não sei se de tuberculose ou de susto.
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