The Strangest of all Strangeness

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 The strangest of all strangeness,
more then dreamed by any poet,
by any thinker thought up,
is that things are just what they seem.
Nothing to understand about them.

After Alberto Caeiro (Fernando Pessoa)

É mais estranho do que todas as estranhezas
E do que os sonhos de todos os poetas
E os pensamentos de todos os filósofos,
Que as cousas sejam realmente o que parecem ser
E não haja nada que compreender.

 

 

 

Early or Late You Woke

Early or late you woke
to revive the waning fire.
Numb asleep I still could hear

splinter the shingle you broke,
against closed lids see flare
the flash as kindling took.

I was roused by sleight
and saw, crouching in a nimbus
of flame stirred up from embers

a sylph afire, a sprite,
the camber of your members
bathed in amber light.