Sentimento do Mundo

(poema traduzido)

 

I have no more than two hands

and the sentiment of the world,

but I have hidden ways,

my memory flows

and the body compromises

in the confluence of love.

When I can stand up, the sky

will be dead and plundered,

even I will be dead,

my yearning dead, dead

the chordless wetland.

The fellows did not say

there was a war

and it was necessary

to bring fire and food.

I feel scattered,

anterior to the frontiers,

humbly I ask you

to forgive me.

When the bodies have passed,

I will be alone

unraveling the remembrance

of the toller, the widow and the scientist

that used to live in the barracks

and were never found

at dawn

a dawn like this

darker than the dark is.

 

- Carlos Drummond de Andrade