alvaro de campos

• lisbon revisited (1926)’dan:
  
  nothing holds me.
  i want fifty things at the same time.
  i long with meat-craving anxiety
  for i don’t know what —-
  definitely something indefinite...
  i sleep fitfully and live in the fitful dream-state
  of a fitful sleeper, half dreaming.
  
  all abstract and necessary doors were closed in ky face.
  curtains were drawn across every hypothsis i could have seen from the street.
  i found the alley but not the number of the address i was given.
  
  i woke up to the same life i’d fallen asleep to.
  even the armies i dreamed of were defeated.
  even my dreams felt false while i dreamed them.
  even the life i merely long for jades me —- even that life...