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
In The Middle Of The Road
In the middle of the road there was a stone there was a stone in the middle of the road there was a stone in the middle of the road there was a stone.
Don'T Kill Yourself
Carlos, keep calm, love is what you're seeing now; today a kiss, tomorrow no kiss,
When I was born, a crooked angel, the kind who live in shadows, said: Go, Carlos! Be gauche in life.
Who had the idea of slicing time into pieces, which were given the name of year, was a genius person.
Quadrilha -- With English Translation
João loved Teresa who loved Raimundo who loved Maria who loved Joaquim who loved Lili who loved nobody.
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 create an elephant of my scarce resources. Some pieces of wood taken of old furniture
What now, José? The party’s over, the lights are off, the crowd’s gone,
To Wake, To Live
How to wake up without hurt? Restart without horror? My sleep carried me
I spent one hour thinking of a verse my pen does not want to write. Yet, it is here inside restless, alive.
Ulterior Desire -- English Translation...
I wish I had the courage To speak of this secret To tell the world About this love
Letter To Stalingrad
After Madrid and London, there are still great cities. The world hasn't ended, for amidst the ruins
Boy Crying In The Night
In the warm, humid night, noiseless and dead, a boy cries.
His crying behind the wall, the light behind the window
are lost in the shadow of muffled footsteps, of tired voices.
Yet the sound of medicine poured into a spoon can be heard.
A boy cries in the night, behind the wall, across the street,
far away a boy cries, in another city,
in another world, perhaps.