I'd rather be the dust of the road
And trampled on by the feet of the poor...
I'd rather be the rivers that flow
And have washerwoman along my shore...
I'd rather be the poplars next to the river
With only 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...
Poet: Alberto Caeiro (Just another heteronym of Fernando Pessoa)
Translator: Richard Zenith
From The Keeper of Sheep,
ALBERTO CAIRO: THE UNWITTING MASTER,
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