Explore "Secret" by Carlos Drummond de Andrade on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
Poetry can't be communicated.
Stay knotted up in your corner.
Don't love.
I hear there's shooting and we're within range.
Is it the revolution? Love? Don't say a thing.
Everything's possible, only I'm impossible.
The sea's overflowing with fish.
There are men who walk on the sea as if on the street.
Don't tell.
Suppose an angel of fire were to sweep the face of the earth and the people being sacrificed begged for mercy.
Don't beg.