Here's a poem I love, written by one of Pessoa's heteronyms, Alvaro de Campos. (translated by J.Griffin)
I Have a Terrible Cold
I have a terrible cold, And everyone knows how terrible colds 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's physical! I need truth and aspirin.
(14.03.1931)
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and some hot milk, honey.
— Maj
and some hot milk, honey.
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