Then I see—as Vieira said that Sousa,
in his descriptions,
saw—the ordinary in its singularity,
and I have the poetic soul that
inspired the intellectual age of poetry among the Greeks.
I think that’s the term.
One or two people look at me as if they knew me and found me strange.
I rest a little,
without even trying to sleep.
The distinction may be subtle to the point of seeming sophistic,
but it is nevertheless valid.
What had been a final smile faded as eyelids drooped and gestures flagged.
And I offer you this book because I know it is beautiful and useless.via Jane