Tuesday, July 19, 2011

Fernando Pessoa (himself)

Autopsychography







by Fernando Pessoa (himself)


The poet is a faker
Who’s so good at his act
He even fakes the pain
Of pain he feels in fact.

And those who read his words
Will feel in what he wrote
Neither of the pains he has
But just the one they don’t.

And so around its track
This thing called the heart winds,
A little clockwork train
To entertain our minds.

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