Ricardo Reis — Fernando Pessoa’s classical, Stoic heteronym — wrote some of modernism’s most austere and formally accomplished meditations on mortality. This commentary examines one of his finest odes: a poem in which a dead woman’s hands become things, her name is forgotten, and only the poem itself survives to preserve a single, anonymous smile.
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