Carlos Drummond de Andrade


The Dead In Frock Coats - Poem by Carlos Drummond de Andrade

In the corner of the living room was an album of unbearable photos,
many meters high and infinite minutes old,
over which everyone leaned
making fun of the dead in frock coats.

Then a worm began to chew the indifferent coats,
the pages, the inscriptions, and even the dust on the pictures.
The only thing it did not chew was the everlasting sob of life that broke
and broke from those pages.


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, March 24, 2010



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