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This weekend during a poetry reading, a Portuguese woman shared the following poem from one of her countrymen, Fernando Pessoa. I loved it and thought I would share it.

If, After I Die

If, after I die, they should want to write my biography,
There's nothing simpler.
I've just two dates - of my birth, and of my death.
In between the one thing and the other all the days are
	mine.

I am easy to describe.
I lived like mad.
I loved things without any sentimentality.
I never had a desire I could not fulfil, because
	I never went blind.
Even hearing was to me never more than an
	accompaniment of seeing.
I understood that things are real and all different from
	each other;
I understood it with the eyes, never with thinking.
To understand it with thinking would be to find them
	all equal.

One day I felt sleepy like a child.
I closed my eyes and slept.
And by the way, I was only Nature poet.

More poems

more poems

I still haven’t figured out why comments aren’t displaying. It is on my list to research this weekend.

I’m weeding through my books, getting ready to post them on bookmooch.com.

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