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SUSPENSE I dream, and strange dim powers My shining sleep assist; A sound as of coming showers Creeps towards me, loudly hist; And lo! all my forgotten hours Lie round me like a mist. The ghosts of my dead selves Weave round me a false mesh; My undreamed dreams, pale elves, Are now part of my flesh; And all I am my unselfing shelves On dreams, out of my reach. I touch impalpable things; I am sunny with past days; Remote sounds, like near wings, Flank my blind spirit's ways; And from the other side of the big hill rings A bell that summons to praise. But I am sick of dreaming, Weary of being the same Over desert spaces of seeming, Unwilling player of a game With life, far star but gleaming On dead earths without name. Fierce dreams of something else! Frenzy to go away (O wave in me that swells!) From life where life must stay – Life ever at today! Some other place and thing! Not a life! not mine so! O to be a wind, a wing, A bark me there to bring! Whither? If I could know, I would not wish to go.
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Fernando Pessoa
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