Fernando Pessoa

Portugal
13 Jun 1888 // 30 Nov 1935
Poet

My Weary Life

My weary life, that lives unsatisfied
On the foiled off-brink of being e'er but this,
To whom the power to will hath been denied
And the will to renounce doth also miss;
My sated life, with having nothing sated,
In the motion of moving pois�d aye,
Within its dreams from its own dreams abated �
This life let the Gods change or Lake away.
For this endless succession of empty hours,
Like deserts after deserts, voidly one,
Doth undermine the very dreaming powers
And dull even thought's active inaction,
Tainting with fore-unwilled will the dreamed act
Twice thus removed from the unobtained fact.

Fernando Pessoa, in 'English Poetry - 35 sonnets'
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