Carlos Drummond de Andrade


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An Ox Looks At Man

They are more delicate even than shrubs and they run
and run from one side to the other, always forgetting
something.
Surely they lack I don't know what
basic ingredient, though they present themselves
as noble or serious, at times.
Oh, terribly serious,
even tragic.
Poor things, one would say that they hear

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