Carlos Drummond de Andrade's Poetry, by title

• An Ox Looks at Man

  They are more delicate even than shrubs and they run
  and run from one side to the other, always forgetting

  30 lines, 1 comment
• Aporia

  An insect digs
  digs without alarm

  13 lines, 3 comments
• Apparition of Love

      Sweet ghost, why do you visit me
      as in other times our bodies visited each other?

  38 lines, 2 comments
• Beach - Palm - Peace

  Peace tries to land in Vietnam,
  but only after a cautious examination.

  61 lines, 4 comments
• Boy Crying In The Night

  In the warm, humid night, noiseless and dead, a boy cries.
  His crying behind the wall, the light behind the window

  12 lines, 2 comments
• Carta A Stalingrado

  Stalingrado...
  Depois de Madri e de Londres, ainda há grandes cidades.

  74 lines
• Dawn

  The poet rode the trolley drunk.
  The sun came up behind the yards.

  33 lines
• Diante das Fotos de Evandro Teixeira -- with English Translation

  A pessoa, o lugar, o objeto
  estão expostos e escondidos

  105 lines
• Don't Kill Yourself

  Carlos, keep calm, love
  is what you're seeing now;

  36 lines, 1 comment
• Flesh That Is Shamed

      Flesh that fears to grow old calls on the Devil
      And asks him for consolation. The Devil listens

  9 lines, 1 comment
• For Always -- English translation of Para Sempre

  Why does God allow
  that mothers go away?

  60 lines, 1 comment
• In Front Of the Photos Of Evandro Teixeira -- English translation of Diante das Fotos de Evandro Teixeira

  The person, the place, the object
  are exposed and hidden

  105 lines, 2 comments
• 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

  26 lines, 5 comments
• Inconfesso Desejo -- with English translation

  Queria ter coragem
  Para falar deste segredo

  50 lines
• José

  What now, José?
  The party’s over,

  66 lines, 5 comments
• Letter To Stalingrad

  Stalingrad...
  After Madrid and London, there are still great cities.

  69 lines, 2 comments
• Lost Hope

  I missed the trolley and the hope.
  Pale, I go back home.

  16 lines, 3 comments
• New Year's Recipe

  If you want to have a beautiful New Year
  The color of the rainbow or the color of your peace,

  39 lines, 7 comments
• Para Sempre -- with English translation

  Por que Deus permite
  que as mães vão-se embora?

  59 lines
• Poetry

  I spent one hour thinking of a verse
  my pen does not want to write.

  9 lines, 5 comments
• Quadrilha -- with English translation

  João amava Teresa que amava Raimundo
  que amava Maria que amava

  23 lines
• Receita De Ano Novo

  Para você ganhar belíssimo Ano Novo
  cor do arco-íris, ou da cor da sua paz,

  40 lines, 1 comment
• Residue

  From everything a little remained.
  From my fear. From your disgust.

  92 lines, 4 comments
• Sentiment of the world

  I have only two hands
  And the sense of the world,

  26 lines, 3 comments
• Sentimento do mundo

  Tenho apenas duas mãos
  e o sentimento do mundo,

  26 lines
• Seven-Sided Poem

  When I was born, a crooked angel,
  the kind who live in shadows,

  34 lines, 1 comment
• Shoulders Support The World

  There comes a time when we no longer say: my God.
  A time of absolute purity.

  25 lines, 7 comments
• Society

  The man said to his friend:
  -Soon I'll visit you

  30 lines, 1 comment
• Souvenir of the Ancient World

  Clara strolled in the garden
  with the children.

  29 lines, 1 comment
• Square Dance -- English translation of Quadrilha

  João loved Teresa who loved Raimundo
  who loved Maria who loved Joaquim

  23 lines, 1 comment

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