Moment Poem by Mário de Andrade
Moment
The wind cuts everything in two.
Only a wish for neatness binds the world…
There is sun. There was rain. And the wind
Scatters trombones of cloud in the blue.
Nobody can be whole in the city.
The doves cling to skyscrapers, it rains.
It is cold. It is heartache… It is this violent wind
That bursts from the caves of human earth
Demanding sky, peace, and a touch of spring.
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