Amor e Seu Tempo
Carlos Drummond de Andrade
Love and Its Time
Love is a privilege of the mature
Lying in the narrowest bed,
Which becomes the widest and most grassy,
Brushing, in every pore, the body's sky.
This is love: the unforeseen gain,
The underground and coruscating prize,
Reading of encrypted lightning,
Which, deciphered, nothing else exists
Worth the while and the price of the earthly,
Except the golden minute on the clock
Tiny, vibrating in the twilight.
Love is what is learned at the limit,
After archiving all the science
Inherited, heard. Love begins late.
