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two farewell poems to ran shacked

farewell landscape

"with the health
of my eyes


keep walking straight

to the distant place of horizon


looking there realises


happiness was every path

every distance

"

a wish


do not miss me


(do never forget me)

 

 

preface

 

 

Whether we write or speak or do but look
We are ever unapparent. What we are
Cannot be transfused into word or book,
Our soul from us is infinitely far.
However much we give our thoughts the will
To be our soul and gesture it abroad,
Our hearts are incommunicable still.
In what we show ourselves we are ignored.
The abyss from soul to soul cannot be bridged
By any skill of thought or trick of seeming.
Unto our very selves we are abridged
When we would utter to our thought our being.
We are our dreams of ourselves souls by gleams,
And each to each other dreams of others’ dreams.


fernando pessoa, Sonnet I  

wordless poems. . .
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