This

They say I pretend or lie
All I write. No such thing.
It simply is that I
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 looks
On another thing beyond.
It's that thing leads me on.

And so I write in the middle
Of things not next one's feet,
Free from my own muddle,
Concerned for what is not.
Feel? Let the reader feel!

by Fernando Pessoa

Comments (4)

lovely poem. i loved it! its beautiful!
Thank-you for this lovely poem!
This is an inspiring poem of quite a different class from what one usually gets served onto. I find it an enchanted piece of poetry that takes one higher and higher the more one reads it!
I like your poem. Especially the Christian focus. nice surname too! haha