They say I fake or liein everything I write.
No, its symply that
With me imagination
Feels - I don't use
The heart.
All I dream or go through,
All I fail or lose out
On, is like a terrace
Facing something else
Again. And that's the lovely
Thing.
It's why I write
Steeped in things not readily
At hand - free of emotions,
Serious about what isn't.
Feelings? That's the reader
Lot!
(1933 ?)
translated and edited by Edwin Honig and Susan M. Brown
I love coming to your site, the poetry warms me, and the physical changes you make here are always aesthetically pleasing.
ReplyDeleteFernando Pessoa, what a beauty. Interesting work too, using the imagination to feel rather than the heart...
Love the kandinsky too...xx, Lori
Oh! It was a Kandinsky! Thank you fine artist, you have lived up to your name as always. I too love your site. You are an ever changing and evolving person.
ReplyDeletegreat words! love this look, stark n chic.
ReplyDeleteAll I dream or go through,
ReplyDeleteAll I fail or lose out
On, is like a terrace
Facing something else
Again. And that's the lovely
Thing.
I think a bird crapped on my terrace! :P