"And all the lives we ever lived and all the lives to be are full of trees and changing leaves."
Carlos Drummond de Andrade, from “Your Shoulders Hold Up the World,” →
A time comes when you can no longer say: my God.
A time of total cleaning up.
A time when you no longer can say: my love.
Because love proved useless.
And the eyes don’t cry.
And the hands do only rough work.
And the heart is dry.
It is obvious you no longer know how to suffer.
And you want nothing from your friends.
A time comes when life is an order.
Just life, without any escapes.
—Carlos Drummond de Andrade, from “Your Shoulders Hold Up the World,” The Ecco Anthology of International Poetry (Ecco, 2010)
Nat King Cole Trio - ‘Tis Autumn
Nat King Cole - Piano, Vocal
Irving Ashby - Guitar
Joe Comfort - Bass