The Dead In Frock Coats Poem by Carlos Drummond de Andrade
The Dead In Frock Coats
In the corner of the living room was an album of unbearable photos,
many meters high and infinite minutes old,
over which everyone leaned
making fun of the dead in frock coats.
Then a worm began to chew the indifferent coats,
the pages, the inscriptions, and even the dust on the pictures.
The only thing it did not chew was the everlasting sob of life that broke
and broke from those pages.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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