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.
Who had the idea of slicing time into pieces, which were given the name of year, was a genius person.
Don'T Kill Yourself
Carlos, keep calm, love is what you're seeing now; today a kiss, tomorrow no kiss,
What now, José? The party’s over, the lights are off, the crowd’s gone,
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
To Wake, To Live
How to wake up without hurt? Restart without horror? My sleep carried me
I create an elephant of my scarce resources. Some pieces of wood taken of old furniture
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
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.
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