Autopsychography
Yesterday, it was Poetry Day in Belgium and The Netherlands. Since every excuse is a good one to post some poetry, I'll share one of my all-time favorite poet: F. Pessoa.
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"Autopsychography"
The poet is a fake.
His faking seems so real
That he will fake the ache
Which he can really feel.
And those who read his cries
Feel in the paper tears
Not two aches that are his
But one that is not theirs.
And so in its ring
Giving the mind a game
Goes this train on a string
And the heart is its name.
You don't like poetry ? Go blame Lotjeisgraaf
"Autopsychography"
The poet is a fake.
His faking seems so real
That he will fake the ache
Which he can really feel.
And those who read his cries
Feel in the paper tears
Not two aches that are his
But one that is not theirs.
And so in its ring
Giving the mind a game
Goes this train on a string
And the heart is its name.