Absence | Carlos Drummond de Andrade, 1902 - 1987

Carlos Drummond de Andrade 

I used to consider absence a lack. 
And I ignorantly regretted that lack. 
Today I have nothing to regret. 
There is no lack in absence. 

Absence is a presence in me. 
And I feel it, a perfect whiteness, 
so close and cozy in my arms that I 
laugh, dance, and invent glad exclamations, 
since absence, this embodied absence, 
can’t be taken away from me.

Carlos Drummond de Andrade, Absence
tr. Mark Strand

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