Explore "Sonnet of Missing Hope" by Carlos Drummond de Andrade on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
I missed the streetcar and am missing hope.
Downhearted, I head home.
The street is useless, and no car would run me over.
I'll climb the slow slope where the paths all come together.
They all lead back to the beginning of the drama and the flora.
I don't know if I'm suffering or if someone's having fun (why not? ) with a cryptic flute on this stingy night.
But I know that for ages we've been crying Yes! to the eternal.