Carlos Drummond de Andrade
The poet rode the trolley drunk.
The sun came up behind the yards.
The small hotels slept very sadly.
The houses too were drunk.
Everything was a total wreck.
Nobody knew that the world was going to end
(only a child did but kept it quiet),
that the world was going to end at 7:45.
Last thoughts! Last telegrams!
Joe who listed pronouns,
Helen who loved men,
Sebastian who ruined himself,
Arthur who never said anything,
set off for eternity.
The poet is drunk, but
he hears a voice in the dawn:
Why don't we all go dancing
between the trolley and the tree?
Between the trolley and the tree
Even without music
Children are being born
with so much spontaneity.
Love is fantastic
(love and what it produces).
Death will come later
like a sacrament.
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