Clara strolled in the garden with the children. <br />The sky was green over the grass, <br />the water was golden under the bridges, <br />other elements were blue and rose and orange, <br />a policeman smiled, bicycles passed, <br />a girl stepped onto the lawn to catch a bird, <br />the whole world--Germany, China-- <br /> all was quiet around Clara. <br /> <br />The children looked at the sky: it was not forbidden. <br />Mouth, nose, eyes were open. There was no danger. <br />What Clara feared were the flu, the heat, the insects. <br />Clara feared missing the eleven o'clock trolley: <br />She waited for letters slow to arrive, <br />She couldn't always wear a new dress. But she strolled in the garden, <br /> in the morning! <br />They had gardens, they had mornings in those days!<br /><br />Carlos Drummond de Andrade<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/souvenir-of-the-ancient-world/
