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Theme of A Poem. Help?
Hey guys, I have an interesting poem in front of me here called "Souvenir of the Ancient World" by Carlos Drummond de Andrade and I'm trying to figure out the theme of the story and what Carlos's purpose is in the poem.
POEM:
Clara strolled in the garden with the children.
The sky was green over the grass,
the water was golden under the bridges,
other elements were blue and rose and orange,
a policeman smiled, bicycles passed,
a girl stepped onto the lawn to catch a bird,
the whole world – Germany, China --
All was quiet around Clara.
The children looked at the sky: it was not forbidden.
Mouth, nose, eyes were open. There was no danger.
What Clara feared were the flu, the heat, the insects.
Clara feared missing the eleven o'clock trolley,
waiting for letters slow to arrive,
not always being able to wear a new dress. But
she strolled in the garden, in the morning!
They had gardens, they had mornings in those days!
Answer:
I've made some adjustments;
Florence rolled in the farden with the builders
His eye was green over my a,ss
his water was molding before it broke
other elements were exploding and shorange,
a policeman criled, bicycles crashed
a girl stepped onto the lawn to catch herpes.
the whole world – North America, United States --
All was a diet to round florence.
The children looked at my eyes; it was not forbidden.
Mouth, nose job, eyes were not as pretty as mine. There was no walker texas ranger.
What Milfred feared were the sioux, dakotas, the cherokee too!!
clarence feared missing the elevator jolly
waiting for hugh hefner slow to arrive,
not always being able to wear my old dress. But
she fold in the homo jardin, in the torning
They had gardens, they had mornings in those days!
