Tuesday 27 July 2010

Autopsychography

Image: 'The semantics of the chambers of my mind' by L.S. (is thought of after reading Pessoa's poem and based on something I had written years ago).

"Autopsychography"

The poet is a feigner.
He feigns so completely
That he even feigns that he is suffering
The pains that he is really experiencing.

And those who read what he writes
As they read, sharply feel
Not his double pain, but their single one

And so, upon its toy tracks,
Runs around, diverting reason
The wound-up mechanical train
That goes by the name of heart.

Fernardo Pessoa

(Translation: Ernesto Guerra Da Cal)

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