Tag Archives: Listening

THE KEEPER OF FLOCKS – XXIII

Posted on November 24, 2018 by Fernando Pessoa

My blue eyes are like the sky Which is calm like water in the sunlight. It is so, blue and calm, Because we don’t interrogate not even in astonishment…

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MELODY

Posted on November 24, 2018 by Anna de Noailles

Like a knife in a fruit Causes a sliding harm, Her melodies sweet lute Splits hearts that in calm Tender harm transmute. — An iridescent slowing In arpeggios, in chords, Dives, sharp and cunning, To the weakness of hoards, Our … Continue reading →

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THE KEEPER OF FLOCKS – XLIV

Posted on November 21, 2018 by Fernando Pessoa

I suddenly wake up at night, And my watch occupies the whole night. I no longer feel Nature outside. My room is one dark thing with walls dimly white. Outside there is a stillness as if nothing exists. Only the … Continue reading →

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THE KEEPER OF FLOCKS – XLVII

Posted on November 16, 2018 by Fernando Pessoa

On a breathtakingly clear day, A day when I had a desire to work hard Yet hearing her was like not working on anything, I saw a glimpse, like a road through the trees, Of what may be her Biggest … Continue reading →

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THE KEEPER OF FLOCKS – VI – II

Posted on November 15, 2018 by Fernando Pessoa

Thinking of God is to disobey the Lord, Because God intended that we do not even know each other. That is why he does not show to us … Let us be simple and calm, Like the streams and the … Continue reading →

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