Carlos Drummond de Andrade (October 1902 – August 1987), was a Brazilian poet and writer, considered by some as the greatest Brazilian poet of all time.
I won’t be the poet of a decrepit world.
Nor I will sing the world of the future.
I’m bound to life, and I look at my companions.
They’re taciturn but nourish great hopes.
In their midst, I consider capacious reality.
The present is so large, let’s not stray far.
Let’s stay together and go hand in hand.
I won’t be the singer of some woman, some tale,
I won’t evoke the sights at dusk, the scene outside the window,
I won’t distribute drugs or suicide letters,
I won’t flee to the islands or be carried off by seraphim.
Time is my matter, present time, present people,
the present life.