I guess as introduction, I should explain that the translation I have is by Virginia de Araújo which reads somewhat differently than that which is posted on the internet.
Second, I should explain a bit about why I was caught by this poem.
First, the poet's use of repetition of the line "Of everything, a little stayed" as well as the word "stayed". It begs the question, what has left? So in four short sentences, most relying on tone and white space, the poet paints for me a relationship that existed and then ended, badly. This to me is art.
Example from the first stanza:
Of everything, a little stayed.
Of my fear. Of your temper.
Of stammered screams. Of the rose,
A little.
The use of repetition introduces each stanza almost as a new thought on the same subject, but also a new emotional reaction.
First stanza, shell-shocked.
Second stanza, guilt. : A little of the light stayed.
Third stanza, tender, sad, loss. : A little of the dust
Then the poet moves on, almost as if he's seeking some consolation. This is where the repetition becomes the driving force for the poem, dragging the reader in to new details and nuances.
By the seventh stanza, the poet has reached a new phase, wondering about himself perhaps still existing in his lost love's life, an example:
If a little stays of everything,
Why shouldn't something mine stay.
Too? In the train
running north, on a ship,
By the eight stanza, I'm beginning to feel really sad for this man for his loss. An example mid stanza:
Of everything, a little stays:
Of me, of you; of Abelard.
Here, the reference to Abelard takes me down the track of the sad lover's Abelard and Heloise that are torn apart and sent away to be a monk and nun respectively. So I wonder who is martyred, and perhaps that is what he intends.
The end of the poem twists entirely to almost a vengeful agony of having lost. He's a man hurt and he shows how bitterly he feels it.
An example, I use ... on a line to show missing lines:
But of everything terrible, a little stays,
And under the beating waves
And under the clouds and winds
...
a little something always stays.
A button, sometimes. A rat.
The rat almost sounds vindictive but on the other hand, the rat is the symbol for survival against the worst in life. It's a very intriguing, heartfelt poem from a real master.
To see more poems by Carlos Drummond de Andrade see the following references. I chose the link to learning about this poet on his poem "Your Shoulders Hold Up the World" because it is very akin to Residue.
Wikipedia also has a good a good biography for Carlos Drummond de Andrade.
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- Carlos Drummond de Andrade uses repetition to lead a reader through a very long poem.
- Carlos Drummond de Andrade uses an evolving set of emotions to drive home his message of loss.
- An unexpected ending two words, really brings a reader to a halt to think.
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Carlos Drummond de Andrade is one the best of the best of the best in Brazil or anywhere else.
I am from Germany and let me ask you Where have you been in the last 50 years my friend? Talking about Carlos Drummond de Andrade in Portugues language is the same as talking about William Shakespeare for English language.
i need to know the entire explication of this poem HELP!!!!!
Also, Drummond de Andrade was Brazilian; he wrote in Portuguese, not Spanish.
I wouldn't call this an "analysis"--more like a brief and over-simplified commentary.
;-);-)
Thank you so much for this review. Carlos Drummond de Andrade. I had never heard of him-- and his poems are lovely! "There comes a time when life is an order./ Merely life, without perplexity." He was shy and deep, and so his strength amid life's challenges is infused with meaning...
I enjoyed reading this; thank you for sharing.
Good work and interesting analysis.Thanks Sheri==Jayanti