that's it, I'm jealous of Carlos Drummond de Andrade

ADELIA PRADO | www.antoniomiranda.com.br BRAZILIAN POETRY IN ENGLISH -
Adélia Prado is a Catholic intimist poet who writes about the instantaneous

apprehension of reality and the transformation of this reality through a critical

and yet sensual Christian experience of the world.
The following poems are from Poesias Reunidas (Collected Poems).  transl. David Cole 

Everybody Writes a Poem for Carlos Drummond de Andrade

As she put on the blue dress with the pattern of yellow daisies
and pulled back her hair, the woman said aloud:

that's it, I'm jealous of Carlos Drummond de Andrade     //haha "that's it." 

despite all our extraordinary similarities.       /for sure. 

And she laid bare her own troublesome existence, and his. /laid bare ~shoulders. oh bcs as pulling back hair

Let us both, she added, look in the encyclopedia     
for constitution, stopping by "clematis, lilac flower

of artless form which loves to flower in European meadows".

We have nocturnal terrors, diumal despair       //

and days on end where nothing happens.         // yes rdh: 'we can lose days'

We eat, we drink, and feel no pride on seeing                           /y no pride accompl

our names in print, because this memory will not allow it:

once, on Avenida Paulista, a drunk shouting:

"Everybody here is just a scrotum and guts."

Carlos is gauche. And to myself, they have often said:       // y y 'vie carlos!'  7 sided poem

"Can't you read the sign? YOU'RE GOING THE WRONG WAY."

One day we produced such a perfect line

that people began to laugh. However, an unquenchable rage

emanates from me whenever they cite his name,

when they dedicate poems to him.

For that reason I prize my book of verses,

which is but one question, hardly original:

"Why was I not born a firefly?"

Only a sharp knife's point, for the cyst of my envy,

as we cut out the black eyes of over-ripe papayas.

Am I a poet? Am I?

A single truthful answer

and I might love you.                       // you.

Intimism (Slovene: intimizem) was a poetic movement that emerged in Slovenia in 1945, after the end of World War II. Its main themes were love, disappointment..   Intimism (Slovene poetry) - Wkp

My mother thought study / the grandest thing in the world. / It is not. / The grandest thing in the world is feeling.  ...

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