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Mother of things impossible,

Mother of things impossible,
Sister of what can never be,
Thou whose closed lips will never tell
The words whose lack is misery
Sit by my side while I ignore.
Smile by my ignorance of thee,
And my lost solitude restore.

O life is sad as things unwilled,
Love is the day that never comes
To those blind as my soul, and filled
With that presade of coming drums
When the city shall fall, that haunts
The inner vision whose night hums
In us while death startingly chaunts.

O interpret my soul to me!
Give me no truth, no sight, no road,
But take from me the misery
Of conciousness and the unseen goal
Of seeking ever what doth seem.
Lighten with being-near my load!
O let me hold thy hand and dream!


22/07/1916
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15 - THE NIGHT‑LIGHT

THE WRONG CHOICE


THE NIGHT LIGHT

Nurse, I known now
That love is vain.
When I was small
You used to sing
And soothe my brow
Till calm seemed pain.
That song recall
And to me bring.

I wish to feel
Again that child
That you made sleep
Singing so low,
So low that real
Things were beguiled
To make me weep
At seeing them go.

Nurse, by my bed
Sing me again
That song. I love
Hoping for't now.
My heart has bled
Till joy seems pain.
Sing softly above
My caressed brow

O regions lost
In dreams and sleep!
O fairy tales
You did not tell,
But that were tossed
Out of the deep
Of your song's waves
And surge and spell!

Sing as if you
Were listening.
Sing as if I
Had no more world
Than all night through
Hearing you sing,
While my breath sly
On my breast curled.

Why did I live
Beyond those hours
When you sung songs
Perhaps of queens
My dream believes,
Perhaps of flowers,
Whose lost scent throngs
Through my sense-screens?

Why did I lose
What I had not
But was your voice,
My heart and night?
Why did I choose
Life, love and thought,
With a wrong choice
And a false right?

Lullaby nurse,
Again for me.
Sing 'till I find
My heart less lone,
And life, life's hearse,
Leaving dreams free,
Shrink undefined
Into the Unknown.

You are no more
My nurse that sings,
My childhood een
Made me again.
No: you are the hour
Of sleep, that brings
That scene no-scene,
That pain no-pain;

Hallowed and dim,
Brotherly night,
Wherein my soul
Is haunted past
The hollow rim
Of my delight
And the low dole
Of pain and haste;

Merged in the dark,
Sunk past the bed
Into a peace
Of being nought,
Shadowy bark
Abandoned,
Abstract release
From self and thought.
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THE STORY OF SALOMON WASTE

THE STORY OF SALOMON WASTE

This is all the story of Salomon Waste.
Always hurrying yet never in haste
He fussed and worked and toiled all frothing
And at the end of all did nothing
This is all of Salomon Waste.

He lived in wishing and in striving,
And nothing came of all his living;
He worked and toiled in pain and sweat,
And nothing came out of all that.
This is all the story of Salomon Waste.
..............

Each day new projects did betray,
Yet each day was like every day.
He was born and died and between these
He worried himself himself to tease.

He bustled, worried, moved and cried
But in his life no more’s descried
Than two clear facts: he lived and died.
This is all the story of Salomon Waste.

Alexander Search, 11/08/1907
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31 - HORIZON

HORIZON

I

Unheard-of fathoms in the deep sea,
In cool caves deep
(The spoils of battle are not for thee)
For ever sleep.

No upward vision or shining mount
Rewards thy pain.
The secret angel keepeth no count
Of thy lost gain.

On the sphynx's mouth the tale is dead,
The path grass grown.
Our sorrow shall follow where thout hast led,
Through the Unknown.

Waitest thou hidden, or quiet rest
What silence forbids?
Give us at least thy unobtained quest
And the flowered meads.
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MEANTIME

MEANTIME

Far away, far away,
Far away from here...
There is no worry after joy
Or away from fear
Far away from here.

Her lips were not very red,
Nor her hair quite gold.
Her hands played with rings.
She did not let me hold
Her hands playing with gold.

She is something past,
Far away from pain.
Joy can touch her not, nor hope
Enter her domain,
Neither love in vain.

Perhaps at some day beyond
Shadows and light
She will think of me and make
All me a delight
All away from sight.
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30 - L'INCONNUE

L'INCONNUE

Let thy hand set
My hair back. Look
Into mine eyes.
There runs a brook
Right through the heat
Of my hushed cries.

Let thy hand rest
Upon my brow.
Let thine eyes smile
Into the unrest
Of mine eyes now
Thine for a while.

Ay, forget not
To let that touch
Be felt by me,
Light like a thought
Of it, and such
As hope can be.

Let thy hand sweep
Over my hair
One little while.
I seem asleep
But cannot bear
To feel me smile.

All things have failed.
All hopes are dead.
All joys are brief.
Ay, let thy hand,

As if it quailed
From feeling sad,
Give me relief!
No matter if
None understand.

Ay, on my brow
Let thy hand be.
What life is now
Is worth so little
That pain seems brittle
And thought a slough.

Put my hair back
From my brow's pain.
There runs a track
Of lightness through
My heavy brain.

What does this mean?
These are words set
To an idle tune.
What I regret
Hath never been.
Lest my rest fret,
True rest, come soon!
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25 - NOTHING

NOTHING

The angels came and sought her.
They found her by my side.
There where her wings had brought her.
The angels took her away.
She had left their home, their God-bright day
And come by me to abide.

She loved me because love
Loves but imperfect things.
The angels came from above
And bore her away from me.
They bore her away for ever
Between their luminous wings.

'Tis true she was their sister
And near to God as they.
But she loved me because
My heart had not a sister.
They have taken her away
And this is all there was.
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Ship sailing out to sea,

Ship sailing out to sea,
If thou canst not take me,
Take ar least with thy hope
Of other ports my misery
And what in me doth grope.

Ship sailing far away
Let me dream thou canst go
Where I at last may
No longer live with woe
Or with grief stay.

Ship sailing out to Death
Go far, go far
Under the breath
Of the wind, while the star
Of Fate listeneth.

Ship that are not anywhere,
But that I dream,
That is why you art fair.
Sail or sail not... Seem
To sail. That is all. Where?

Ship that I dream and fades
In my dreams distance, go
There are happier glades
Beyond where I know
But this is today and woe.


22/07/1916
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27 - THE BROKEN WINDOW

THE BROKEN WINDOW

My heart is silent as a look.
There is a home beyond the hills.
My heart is silent as a look.
My home is there, beyond the hills.

I bear my heart like an old curse.
There is no reason for regret.
I bear my heart like an old curse.
Why should we reason or regret?

My heart dwells in me like a ghost.
Beyond the hills my hope lies dead.
My heart dwells with me like a ghost.
Beyond my hope the hills lie dead.

They took away my heart like weeds.
It was not true that I should live.
They took away my heart like weeds.
I could not think it true to live.

Now there are great stains in my heart.
They are like blood-stains on a floor.
Now there are great stains in my heart.
And my heart lies upon the floor.

The room is closed for ever now.
My heart is now buried alive.
My heart is closed for ever now.
The whole room is buried alive.
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26 - FEVER‑GARDEN

Red living flakes of demon snow
Poison-relate the sinning air
To atom-clear red sick flowers who
Rootless jut out of Night and There

Relation being itself a clutch
Upon the throbbing veins in seeing
So the surviving over-much
Is not contiguous to being

Yet philter-aureole or lay
Sung round the rites of altared vice
The poppies of o'er-memory may
Spin cobweb-circles lusting thrice

Around the phallic selfness stood
Midway from intellect to sense
Round whose void a tongued mist thrust-dense
To the cut lips gives conscious blood
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Comentários (17)

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Gabriel
Gabriel
2025-09-17

What?

ademir domingos zanotelli
ademir domingos zanotelli
2025-07-27

Simplesmente um pensador ( tão grande) pois todos nós temos máscaras, nossos sentimentos são todos ocultos na nossa eterna alma. fantástico este texto para sua época vivida.

rodrigl
rodrigl
2023-12-01

cmt

tomaslopes
tomaslopes
2023-06-23

O maior e mais pensador poeta para a sua antiga época. O maior e mais revolucionista da literatura portuguesa, com os seus poemas e textos que enchem a alma de pensamentos. Tem um forma única de se expressar e ditar o que vem da sua alma, como ele dizia " Quem tem alma não tem calma".

mcegonha
mcegonha
2023-04-21

O profeta dos poetas!