Staring at the distance, mountains with snow and sun,
But the quiet cold is soft already
Which smooths and sharps
The darts of the high sun.
Today, Neera, does not hide us.
Nothing is missing, because we are nothing.
We await nothing
And we freeze at the sun.
But as it is, enjoy the moment,
Festives with enjoyment softly,
And to wait for death
To whom is known.
16-6-1914
Fernando António Nogueira Pessoa (Ricardo Reis / Alberto Caeiro / Álvaro de Campos) (1888 - 1935) Portugal
Translated by Isaac Pereira
Source: Poets of the World
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