Friday, January 30, 2009

Lightly, quickly, soft,
A bird song
Climbs the sky as day
Begins.
I listen -it is gone.
It seemed to stop only because
I listened.

Never, never in anything-
At dawn, in splendid daylight,
Or in the golden sunset-
Have I found
A pleasure that would last
Beyond the nothingness, the loss, before coming
To enjoy it.

1 comment:

  1. I altogether adore these poems and am overjoyed that you took the time to share! Pessoa is among my favorite poets and I need to stop reading all these to spare enjoyment for the future.
    Right now seeing the waters of Sarasota Florida I wish to come to Portugal.

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