Carlos Drummond de Andrade
Biography of Carlos Drummond de Andrade
Carlos Drummond de Andrade Poems
Souvenir Of The Ancient World
Clara strolled in the garden with the children. The sky was green over the grass, the water was golden under the bridges, other elements were blue and rose and orange,
Apparition Of Love
Sweet ghost, why do you visit me as in other times our bodies visited each other? Your transparency dampens my skin
I create an elephant of my scarce resources. Some pieces of wood taken of old furniture
Who had the idea of slicing time into pieces, which were given the name of year, was a genius person.
To Remember Life
How to remember without suffering? to recollect without horror? The sound has transported me to that kingdom where life does not exist
Ulterior Desire -- English Translation...
I wish I had the courage To speak of this secret To tell the world About this love
Sentiment Of The World
I have only two hands And the sense of the world, But I am full of slaves, My memories flow
I spent one hour thinking of a verse my pen does not want to write. Yet, it is here inside restless, alive.
Quadrilha -- With English Translation
João loved Teresa who loved Raimundo who loved Maria who loved Joaquim who loved Lili who loved nobody.
The Onset Of Love
The hammock between two mango trees swayed in the sunken world. It was hot, windless.
The door of truth was open, but only let pass half of a person each time. Thus, it was impossible to reach the whole truth,
Shoulders Support The World
There comes a time when we no longer say: my God. A time of absolute purity. A time when we no longer say: my love. Because love proved useless.
To Wake, To Live
How to wake up without hurt? Restart without horror? My sleep carried me
The Great Pain Of Things That Will Happe...
The great pain of things that will happen turned into the most exquisite pleasure when among a thousand photos that were displayed, I had the grace and fortune of seeing you.
Apparition Of Love
Sweet ghost, why do you visit me
as in other times our bodies visited each other?
Your transparency dampens my skin
coming together in caresses that can never happen
no one ever received a kiss from a vanished face.
But you insist, sweetness. I hear your voice,
the same voice, the same tone,
the same light syllables