Secret
(poema traduzido)

Poetry cannot be communicated.

Stay crooked in your corner.

Do not love.

I hear there's gunfighting

within range of our bodies.

Is it the revolution? the love?

Do not say a thing.

All is possible, only I impossible.

The sea overflows with fish.

There are men walking on the ocean

as if they were walking on the street.

Do not tell.

Suppose and angel of fire

swept the face of the earth

and the sacrificed men

asked for forgiveness.

Do not ask.




- Carlos Drummond de Andrade