This poem is taken from PN Review 121, Volume 24 Number 5, May - June 1998.
Three PoemsAs Pessoa Says
as Pessoa says
there's nowhere you can ever be
without yourself, your irritating presence
interminably interposed
between an impulse and the lively scenes
of life beyond your eyes,
where you are not.
And Pessoa might have asked
if you thought the soul-subduing
indigo slopes of unattainable hills,
shouldering the burden of sunsets,
incandescent, night after night,
the small villages bored by day,
at night miniature Manhattans of promise,
where you also never went,
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