Carlos Drummond de Andrade
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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,
a policeman smiled, bicycles passed,
a girl stepped onto the lawn to catch a bird,
the whole world--Germany, China--
all was quiet around Clara.
The children looked at the sky: it was not forbidden.
Mouth, nose, eyes were open. There was no danger.
What Clara feared were the flu, the heat, the insects.
Clara feared missing the eleven o'clock trolley:
She waited for letters slow to ...
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