I’ve never done anything but dream. This, and this alone, has been the meaning of my life. My only real concern has been my inner life. FERNANDO PESSOA

Friday, 18 September 2015

She Is The Fever

The only other poem I wrote on the Via Francigena was this one . . .

She Is the Fever

She is the fever I can't shake off
The temperature that can't be lowered
The illness for which there is no cure

So this is what I've come to think:
A little suffering is a good thing
And endless torment even better

1 comment:

sackerson said...

Is love a disease? Perhaps not love but life.