Tag Archives: Seeing

THE KEEPER OF FLOCKS – VI – II

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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THE KEEPER OF FLOCKS – IV

This evening the thunder crashed Down from the slopes of the sky Like a huge boulder… Like someone from a high window Was shaking out a tablecloth, And the crumbs, that fall all together, Make some noise when they fall, … Continue reading

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THE KEEPER OF FLOCKS – III

At dusk, leaning out of the window, I know at a glance that there are fields ahead. I begin to read until my eyes burn A book by Cesário Verde.

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THE KEEPER OF FLOCKS – XLIX

I go inside and close the window, Take the lamp and say goodnight. And my contented voice says goodnight. I hope my life is like this all the time: With sunny days ahead, or gentle rain, Or storms as if … Continue reading

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THE KEEPER OF FLOCKS – XLVIII

From the highest window in my house With a white scarf I say goodbye To my poetry as it departs to humanity. And I am not happy or sad. This is the destiny of my poetry. I wrote them and … Continue reading

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