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Ashes...



Men in green raised brown clouds
dusty brooms were tools of wisdom
raised remnants of a day,
cleansed a way to tomorrow;
when the innocents
who suffer choking air tonight will
once again shun bright sun;
for again throngs will flow to crowd
and narrow the streets.

And the day will burn their
substance, tears and worries,
love and laughter; all upon
the fire of passing hours.

They walk lines like cement seams
for a purpose or none at all,
and words and noise of toil
make music, lingers to echo
as something of each clacking step,
act or simple silence;

something of everything lost
given by choice or taken
will fill the emptiness;

a piece of every purpose
gained and trial endured,
become grist of night
settled in bins before brooms
and time
within the ashes of this day.



Author notes

http://oldpoetry.com/opoem/120938-Carlos-Drummond-de-Andrade-Residue


excerpted from "Residue" by Carlos Drummond de Andrade


"So from everything a little remains.
A little remains of your chin
in the chin of your daughter.

A little remained of your
blunt silence, a little
in the angry wall,
in the mute rising leaves.

A little remained from everything
in porcelain saucers,
in the broken dragon, in the white flowers,
in the creases of your brow,
in the portrait.

Since from everything a little remains,
why won't a little
of me remain? ..."

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  • gaze
    July 26, 2008

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    Another poem I really like and which, once again, inspired you in such a wonderful way.
    the second last stanza resumes both poems so well.
    excellent!


  • ennovy silver member
    July 26, 2008

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    as we gather knowledge along the way, we too paint the picture of our lives. We don't always win, and some times we do. Still we have choice. I enjoyed this write very much...novy


  • CarolDesjarlais silver member
    July 26, 2008
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    "something of everything lost
    given by choice or taken
    " the crux of it indeed...it depends on what we gather and for what purpose....... bravo!!!pssst!.....

    Be really caareful with "remnants of a day"...it is so well=known, it almost struck me as cliche..... inference may have not stopped me so.

  • Rowan gold member
    July 25, 2008
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    Damn, you're smart.
    Excellent work, as usual hon.