The Poetry Thursday prompt is "a song of yourself." I'm busy getting ready for five weeks in Spain and didn't have time to write a poem. So I've chosen The Ancient Rhythm, a timeless verse from Selected Poems by Portuguese poet Fernando Pessoa (1888-1835).
The Ancient Rhythm
The ancient rhythm which belongs to bare feet,
That rhythm of the nymphs, pattern repeated,
When in the grove's shade
They beat out the dance sound,
Remember, you, and do it, on the white
Shore which the sea-form leaves dark; you, still
Who are not yet cured
Of being cured, restore
Rousingly the round, while Apollo bends
Like a high branch, the blue curve which he goldens,
And the perennial tide
Runs on, flowing or ebbing.