Poetry
I spent one hour thinking of a verse
my pen does not want to write.
Yet, it is here inside
restless, alive.
It is here inside
and does not wish to get out.
But the poetry of this very moment
overflows my whole life.
.
Carlos Drummond de Andrade, 1902–1987
© 1930 Carlos Drummond de Andrade
“Poetry” from Alguma Poesia
Photo by Kelly Sikkema on Unsplash
