January 24, 2012

[Rhymes mean nothing to me. Only rarely]


Rhymes mean nothing to me. Only rarely
Are two trees identical, standing side by side.
My thinking and writing are like flowers having color
But the way I express myself is less perfect
Because I lack the divine simplicity 
Of being only what I appear to be.


I look and I am moved,
Moved as water flows when the ground slopes,
And my poetry is natural, like the rising of the wind . . .


– Fernando Pessoa