Ah Margarida,
If I gave you my life,
What would you do with it?
I’d take my earrings out of hock,
Marry a blind man,
And live on a tree-lined block.
But Margarida,
If I gave you my life,
What would your mother say?
(Her mother knows me inside out.)
She’d say you’re a fool,
Without a doubt.
And Margarida,
If I gave you my life
Literally, by dying?
I’d go to your funeral, firmly believing
You’d gone mad
To try to love by not living.
But Margarida,
If this giving of my life to you
Were merely poetry?
In that case, forget it,
The deal’s off,
Because I don’t sell on credit.
Dictated by the Naval Engineer
Sr. Álvaro de Campos
in a state of alcoholic
unconsciousness.
Source: Poetry (April 2009).
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This poem originally appeared in the April 2009 issue of Poetry magazine
Álvaro de Campos's work appeared in Lisbon magazines between 1915 and 1935. Remembered mostly for his poetry, in his own day he was also celebrated—and maligned—for his scathing manifestos, outrageous remarks in interviews, and polemical essays, several of which sharply criticized the opinions of his creator, Fernando Pessoa (1888–1935), Portugal's greatest modernist writer.
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