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Слушать(AI)Sonnet I
Whether we write or speak or do but
We are ever unapparent.
What we
Cannot be transfused into word or book.
Our soul from us is infinitely far.
However much we give our thoughts the
To be our soul and gesture it abroad,
Our hearts are incommunicable still.
In what we show ourselves we are ignored.
The abyss from soul to soul cannot be
By any skill of thought or trick of seeming.
Unto our very selves we are
When we would utter to our thought our being. We are our dreams of ourselves, souls by gleams, And each to each other dreams of others' dreams.
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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