Cleaving Saramago

The Man Who Was
—for José Saramago

In one sense—it could be said


page-by-page—book after book

I’ve implanted—in the man I was

the characters—I created

without them—I wouldn't be

the person—I am today

without them—my life would

have been—an inexact sketch

a promise—of the existence of

someone—who might have been

but in the end—wasn’t

—Nobel Prize, 1998

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