I Have a Terrible Cold
I have a terrible cold,
And everyone knows how terrible
Alter the whole system of the universe,
Set us against life,
And make even metaphysics sneeze.
I have wasted the whole day blowing my nose.
My head is aching vaguely.
Sad condition for a minor poet!
Today I am really and truly a minor poet.
What I was in old days was a wish; it's gone.
Goodbye for ever, queen of fairies!
Your wings were made of sun, and I am walking here.
I shan't get well unless I go and lie down on my bed.
I never was well except lying down on the Universe.
Excusez un peu… What a terrible cold!… it'sphysical!
I need truth and aspirin.()written under the pen name of,
Alvaro de Campos
Fernando Pessoa
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Sonnet XXXIV
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