Why do I desire
What I do not need?
Why does my soul, like fire,
Or a hot abstract greed,
Seek all that is higher?
Why, if not because
It is a soul?
Who can know the cause
When it lies in its whole
Hidden in laws?
Yet this matters not.
What matters is pining
And that stress of thought
That comes of diving
What to wish that may not be got.
What I do not need?
Why does my soul, like fire,
Or a hot abstract greed,
Seek all that is higher?
Why, if not because
It is a soul?
Who can know the cause
When it lies in its whole
Hidden in laws?
Yet this matters not.
What matters is pining
And that stress of thought
That comes of diving
What to wish that may not be got.
Fernando Pessoa
"Poemas ingleses"
"Poemas ingleses"
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