Saturday, 20 May 2017

"A Day of Sun" by Alexander Search, Fernando Pessoa, 1908

I love the things that children love
        Yet with a comprehension deep
That lifts my pining soul above
        Those in which life as yet doth sleep.

All things that simple are and bright,
        Unnoticed unto keen‑worn wit,
With a child's natural delight
        That makes me proudly weep at it.

I love the sun with personal glee,
        The air as if I could embrace
Its wideness with my soul and be
        A drunkard by expense of gaze.

I love the heavens with a joy
        That makes me wonder at my soul,
It is a pleasure nought can cloy,
        A thrilling I cannot control.

So stretched out here let me lie
        Before the sun that soaks me up,
And let me gloriously die
        Drinking too deep of living's cup;

Be swallowed of the sun and spread
        Over the infinite expanse,
Dissolved, like a drop of dew dead
        Lost in a super‑normal trance;

Lost in impersonal consciousness
        And mingling in all life become
A selfless part of Force and Stress
        And have a universal home;


And in a strange way undefined
Lose in the one and living Whole
The limit that I call my mind,
The bounded thing I call my soul.

- Alexander Search, Fernando Pessoa
17-3-1908

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