The washwoman beats the laundry Poem by Fernando Pessoa
The washwoman beats the laundry
The washwoman beats the laundry
Against the stone in the tank.
She sings because she sings and is sad
For she sings because she exists:
Thus she is also happy.
If I could do in verses
What she does with laundry,
Perhaps I would lose
My surfeit of fates.
Ah, the tremendous unity
Of beating laundry in reality,
Singing songs in whole or in part
Without any thought or reason!
But who will wash my heart?
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