Some books are quick reads. This is not one of them.
While the kids in the preschool class are singing songs for the end of year presentation we’re putting on to show the parents that their children really did learn something this year, I decided to give my students something I didn’t get much of in Portuguese school: poetry.
And since this is me we’re talking about, this week we did Fernando Pessoa’s Mar Portugues. I wrote about why this poem has had such an impact on my life, so go check that out if you haven’t already because I’m diving right in.
I haven’t come back to this poem for almost twenty years. Since then, I’ve racked up a couple degrees in words, English and otherwise. It took teaching this poem for me to discover it’s deeper meaning
I left the house and walked out into a veil of fog that silenced the usual morning noises and shrouded the usual morning sights. It felt like a fitting way to start a week in a newly unfamiliar world.
Unrepentant fangirl that I am, I had a Fernando Pessoa quote immediately leap to mind to describe how I felt.
Luis de Camões wasn’t some poet scribbling down his musings from his ivory tower. He was a certified badass. He’s not winking at you; he lost his eye fighting the Moors in Ceuta! His military service also took him to Goa, and later he was offered a position in Macau. On his way back home […]