Mário de Andrade
Mário de Andrade Poems
That man who walks all alone
Along those squares, those streets,
Ha in himself an enormous secret.
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Somewhere near, a rose-tree must be blooming,
I don´t know… I feel in myself a harmony,
Some of the disinterest that fatigue brings.
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The sun was setting in my eyes
And the flight of the hour surrendered me April,
A familiar taste of goodbye nourished
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The girl fights to pull the goat,
Totally terrified, sliding on the pavement
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Mothers have existed,
And this is quite a problem.
For, so they say, one´s mother
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My life is one to-day, ´tis clear to see,
Of happiness unrelieved: I cannot say
If I enjoy it, since enjoyment may
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The Mountains of Rolling-Girl
Had not that name before…
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At least, we are no longer friends.
You walk easily, lightly,
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The sweetness of poverty like this…
To lose everything your, even the egoism of being,
So poor that you can only belong to the crowd…
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Dead, the rests sweetly among the flowers in his coffin.
There are such moments when we living
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" I counted my years and discovered that I have
less time to live going forward than I have lived until now.
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Nights heavy with suffocating smells, heat . . .
The Sun made its way across the enormous stretch of our country
And gave each Brazilian a dark complexion.
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Mário de Andrade Biography
Mário Raul de Morais Andrade (October 9, 1893 – February 25, 1945) was a Brazilian poet, novelist, musicologist, art historian and critic, and photographer. One of the founders of Brazilian modernism, he virtually created modern Brazilian poetry with the publication of his Paulicéia Desvairada (Hallucinated City) in 1922. He has had an enormous influence on modern Brazilian literature, and as a scholar and essayist—he was a pioneer of the field of ethnomusicology—his influence has reached far beyond Brazil. Andrade was the central figure in the avant-garde movement of São Paulo for twenty years. Trained as a musician and best known as a poet and novelist, Andrade was personally involved in virtually every discipline that was connected with São Paulo modernism, and became Brazil's national polymath. His photography and essays on a wide variety of subjects, from history to literature and music, were widely published. He was the driving force behind the Week of Modern Art, the 1922 event that reshaped both literature and the visual arts in Brazil, and a member of the avant-garde "Group of Five." The ideas behind the Week were further explored in the preface to his poetry collection Pauliceia Desvairada, and in the poems themselves. After working as a music professor and newspaper columnist he published his great novel, Macunaíma, in 1928. Work on Brazilian folk music, poetry, and other concerns followed unevenly, often interrupted by Andrade's shifting relationship with the Brazilian government. At the end of his life, he became the founding director of São Paulo's Department of Culture, formalizing a role he had long held as the catalyst of the city's—and the nation's—entry into artistic modernity.)
The Best Poem Of Mário de Andrade
The Man Who Walks All Alone
That man who walks all alone
Along those squares, those streets,
Ha in himself an enormous secret.
He is a man.
That woman like all the others
Along those squares, those streets<
Has in herself a cruel surprise.
She is a woman.
The woman meets the man,
They smile and hold hands,
The surprise and the secret expand
Violently.
But the shadow of the restless one
Guards that mystery in the dark.
Death watches with her scythe.
Verily, it is night.
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4/9/2026 1:46:46 AM # 1.0.0
Is it really Mario De Andrade's poem? I doubt. Where is the modernism? This is certainly not his style.