Fernando Pessoa.
Carved on a stone, in the park, a poem
by Fernando Pessoa, since it was written
in Portuguese I didn’t understand it, but
nevertheless savoured the words them
rolled them on my tongue and enjoyed
the internal rhyme.
She came had been to the dentist new,
gleaming teeth, she looked radiant and
kissable so I took her out for dinner;
the poem could wait, for now, but I’ll be
back to night, armed with a dictionary to
see if it was a poem about love or satire.