Saturday, September 15, 2007

18


I'd rather be the dust of the road
And be trampled on by the feet of the poor...

I'd rather be the rivers that flow
And have washerwomen along my shore...

I'd rather be the poplars next to the river
With only the sky above and the water below...

I'd rather be the miller's donkey
And have him beat me and care for me...

Rather this than to go through life
Always looking back and feeling regret...

Fernando Pessoa, from Keeper of the Sheep

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