This great wavering betweenBelieving and not quite dis-
Believing troubles the heart
Weary of knowing nothing.
Estranged from what it knows
For not knowing what it is,
The heart only has one vital
Moment, the finding of faith --
The faith that all the stars
Know, for it is the spider
Whose web they weave, and it is
The life before everything.
heyyy! i'm so glad that i found this blog! i m portuguese and i'm trying to give some pessoas's poems to my english friends :) i'm leraning keats but i cant spend a hole day without reading my portuguese father! i m going to check this blog from time to time...wonderfull! keep the good work!kisses tania*
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