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If you never say good-bye
to the best things
in your life
There are things
you don't appreciate
at all...
So it is best you don't try holding back in time...
Paul Tucker
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Thursday 18 June 2009
Saturday 13 June 2009
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XXIV
Something in me was born before the stars
And saw the sun begin from far away.
Our yellow, local day on its wont jars,
For it hath communed with an absolute day.
Through my Throught's night, as a worn robe's heard trail
That I have never seen, I drag this past
That saw the Possible like a dawn grow pale
On the lost night before it, mute and vast.
It dates remoter than God's birth can reach,
That had no birth but the world's coming after.
So the world's to me as, after whispered speech,
The cause-ignored sudden echoing of laughter.
That's has a meaning my conjecture knows,
But that's has meaning's all it meaning shows.
Fernando Pessoa
in poemas ingleses
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