Greg Simon
	The River      after Fernando Pessoa I grow calmer & calmer. I think I'm going to die -- young, tender tiredness to quench desire I once desired. My spirit astonishes me -- acquiescent to this feeling. Suddenly, in the green grove a river shines beyond it. Circling me now, this is real -- Tejo, sunlight, almond trees. March 1929 (Songbook) Self-Analysis      after Fernando Pessoa Every poet's a forger -- they'll forge whatever they can including the pains I know belong solely to poets. Whoever reads their poetry won't experience those pains, just pain made of blue vapor from stars we never knew fell. As when -- shunting aside all awareness -- the clockwork trams we refer to as our hearts roll along their iron rails.