Clara strolled in the garden <br />with the children. <br />The sky was green <br />over the grass, <br />the water was golden <br />under the bridges, <br />other elements were blue <br />and rose and orange. <br />A policeman smiled, <br />bicycles passed, <br />a girl stepped onto the lawn <br />to catch a bird, <br />the whole world...Germany, China <br />all was quiet around Clara. <br /> <br />The children looked at the sky: <br />it was not forbidden. <br />Mouth, nose, eyes were open. <br />There was no danger, <br />what Clara feared were the flu, <br />the heat, the insects. <br />Clara feared missing <br />the eleven o'clock trolley. <br />She waited for letters slow to arrive; <br />she couldn't always wear a new dress. <br />But she strolled in the garden, <br />in the morning! <br />They had gardens, <br />they had mornings in those days!<br /><br />Carlos Drummond de Andrade<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/souvenir-of-the-ancient-world-2/
