I wanted to see you,
thighs showing
(as I see hairs on your chest
through your silk shirt),
walking in the street
through whistles and goosing,
looking around
as if you see nothing.
As you sit down
you hike up your pants.
Your drawers match your tie.
translated by Willis Barnstone & Nelson Cerqueira
20th Century Brazilian poetry
Till Death Do Us Part by Leila Miccolis
My desire for revenge, the bitterness,
repression of everything, goes
out of my mind
as I start to rub your loose organ
with the tip of my toes.
translated by Willis Barnstone & Nelson Carqueira
In the Middle of the Road by Carlos Drummond de Andrade
In the middle of the road there was a stone
there as a stone in the middle of the road
there was a stone
in the middle of the road there was a stone.
Never should I forget this event
in the life of my fatigued retinas.
Never should I forget that in the middle of the road
there was a stone
there was a stone in the middle of the road
in the middle of the road there was a stone.
translated by Elizabeth Bishop
Leonard Durso 