Carlos Drummond de Andrade
The Onset Of Love - Poem by Carlos Drummond de Andrade
The hammock between two mango trees
swayed in the sunken world.
It was hot, windless.
Above was the sun,
between were leaves.
It was broiling.
And since I had nothing to do, I developed a passion for the legs of the laundress.
One day she came to the hammock,
curled up in my arms,
gave me a hug,
gave me her breasts
that were just for me.
The hammock turned over,
down went the world.
And I went to bed
with a fever of forty degrees.
And a giant laundress with giant breasts was spinning around in the greenness of
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