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The world is woven all of dream and
And but one sureness in our truth may lie--That when we hold to aught our thinking's
We know it not by knowing it thereby.
For but one side of things the mirror knows,
And knows it colded from its solidness.
A double lie its truth is; what it
By true show's false and nowhere by true place.
Thought clouds our life's day-sense with strangeness,
Never from strangeness more than that it's
Doth buy our perplexed thinking, for we
But the words' sense from words--knowledge, truth, change. We know the world is false, not what is true. Yet we think on, knowing we ne'er shall know.
Fernando Pessoa
Fernando António Nogueira Pessoa (13 June 1888 – 30 November 1935) was a Portuguese poet, writer, literary critic, translator, publisher and phi
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Sonnet XIV
We are born at sunset and we die ere morn, And the whole darkness of the world we know, How can we guess its truth, to darkness born, The obscure consequence of absent glow
Sonnet I
Whether we write or speak or do but We are ever unapparent What we Cannot be transfused into word or book
Sonnet XXXI
I am older than Nature and her By all the timeless age of Consciousness, And my adult oblivion of the Where I was born makes me not countryless
Sonnet XX
When in the widening circle of To a new flesh my travelled soul shall come, And try again the unremembered With the old sadness for the immortal home,
