Of Work And Poetry (Not My Own)

Work's getting busy with no signs of slowing down in the near future and I'm moving apartments this weekend, so I doubt I'll get a chance to post anything of interest* for a while.

* Assuming, of course, that anything I ever post could be considered "of interest".

As an intermittent reading thing, I've been going through A Little Larger Than the Entire Universe, a collection of poems by Fernando Pessoa and his various heteronyms.  (The Wikipedia article's not that great, but it will at least give you an idea of what Pessoa meant by heteronyms.)

Given that I have, in the past, occasionally posted other bits of poetry (I was certain there were more entries than that)  that I found interesting, I thought I'd post one that caught my interest because it for some reason reminded me of some of the haikus that I posted a while back.

The moonlight seen through the tall branches
Is more, say all the poets,
Than the moonlight seen through the tall branches.

For me, oblivious to what I think,
The moonlight seen through the tall branches,
Besides its being
The moonlight seen through the tall branches,
Is its not being more
Than the moonlight seen through the tall branches.

—Alberto Caeiro, The Keeper of Sheep XXXV, translated from the Portuguese by Richard Zenith.