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This

They say I pretend or

All I write.

No such thing.

It simply is that

Feel by imagining.

I don't use the heart-string.

All that I dream or lose,

That falls short or dies on me,

Is like a terrace which

On another thing beyond.

It's that thing leads me on.

And so I write in the

Of things not next one's feet,

Free from my own muddle,

Concerned for what is not.

Feel?

Let the reader feel!

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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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