tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895183810187983683.post6437098344837248234..comments2024-03-24T16:07:18.928+01:00Comments on Co mi w duszy gra...: Dwa wiersze Alberta Caeiro - Fernando PessoaMateusz Hildebrandthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10368133475077724361noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895183810187983683.post-90852917851997704252013-08-16T04:49:52.616+02:002013-08-16T04:49:52.616+02:00The Keeper of Flocks
XXVI
At times, on days of pe...The Keeper of Flocks<br />XXVI<br /><br />At times, on days of perfect and exact light,<br />When things have all the reality they can,<br />I ask myself slowly<br />Why I even attribute<br />Beauty to things.<br /><br />Does a flower somehow have beauty?<br />Somehow a fruit has beauty?<br />No: they have color and form<br />And existence only.<br />Beauty is the name of something that doesn’t exist<br />I give to things in exchange for the delight they give me.<br />It means nothing.<br />Then why do I say, “Things are beautiful”?<br /><br />Yes, even I, who live only to live,<br />Invisible, they come to meet me,<br />Men’s lies in the face of things,<br />In the face of things that simply exist.<br /><br />How difficult to be yourself and see only what you can!<br /><br />(3/11/1914)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com