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But no, she's abstract, is a
Of sound in the air of air soaring,
And her soul sings
Because the song's what makes her sing.
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 VIII
How many masks wear we, and undermasks, Upon our countenance of soul, and when, If for self-sport the soul itself unmasks, Knows it the last mask off and the face plain
Sonnet XXII
My soul is a stiff pageant, man by man, Of some Egyptian art than Egypt older, Found in some tomb whose rite no guess can scan, Where all things else to coloured dust did moulder
Sonnet XXV
We are in Fate and Fate's and do but Outness from soul to know ourselves its dwelling, And do but compel Fate aside or By Fate's own immanence in the compelling
Sonnet XIII
When I should be asleep to mine own In telling thee how much thy love's my dream, I find me listening to myself, the Of my words othered in my hearing them
