Livro de maturidade, Esconderijos do tempo aprofunda as iluminações de Mario Quintana sobre a memória, a velhice, a morte e a própria poesia. O ano de 1980 foi marcante na biografia de Mario Quintana: o poeta publicou Esconderijos do tempo e recebeu o prêmio Machado de Assis, da Academia Brasileira de Letras, pelo conjunto de sua obra literária. O livro reúne os textos que escreveu com mais de 70 anos. É, portanto, uma obra de maturidade, mas, ao mesmo tempo, uma clara demonstração da juventude, do frescor que Quintana conseguiu preservar em seus livros ao longo de toda a sua trajetória. O livro é constituído de 50 poemas geralmente breves e de versos livres ou em prosa, havendo apenas um soneto. Quintana praticamente se utiliza de todos os metros, das redondilhas menores e maiores aos versos longuíssimos. Explora, inclusive, e com excelente efeito, seqüências de versos de uma única sílaba. Há canções e danças, aparentando o poema à música, além da forte coloquialidade em muitos poemas, chegando-se mesmo à utilização de formas tipicamente orais da fala. Diferindo um pouco de seus livros anteriores, não são muitas as pequenas cenas do cotidiano e da natureza que tanto o singularizam.
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I was born in Alegrete, on the 30th of July 1906. I believe that was the first thing that happened to me. And now they have asked me to speak of myself. Well! I always thought that every confession that wasn’t altered by art is indecent. My life is in my poems, my poems are myself, never have I written a comma that wasn’t a confession. Ah! but what they want are details, rawness, gossip...Here we go! I am 78 years old, but without age. Of ages, there are only two: either you are alive or dead. In the latter case, it is too old, because what was promised to us was eternity. I was born in the rigor of the winter, temperature: 1 degree °C; and still I was premature, which would leave me kind of complexed because I used to think I wasn’t ready. One day I discovered that someone as complete as Winston Churchill was born premature - the same thing happened to Sir Issac Newton! Excusez du peu... I prefer to cite the opinion of others about me. They say I am modest. On the contrary, I am so proud that I think I never reached the height of my writing. Because poetry is insatisfaction, an affliction of self-elevation. A satisfied poet doesn’t satisfy. They say I am timid. Nothing of the sort! I am very quiet, introspective. I don’t know why they subject the introverts to treatment. Only for not being as annoying at the rest? It is exactly for detesting annoyingness, the lengthiness, that I love synthesis. Another element of poetry is the search for the form (not of the form), the dosage of words. Perhaps what contributes to my safety is the fact that I have been a practitioner of pharmacy for five years. Note that the same happened with Carlos Drummond de Andrade, Alberto de Oliveira, Erico Verissimo - they well know (or knew) what a loving fight with words means.
