#39 - FERNANDO PESSOA / THIRD WARNING

MESSAGE, by Fernando Pessoa (Poem #39) THIRD WARNING I write my book on grief’s shore. My heart finds nothing worth having. My eyes are warm with water. I live off you alone, Lord. Just feeling you and thinking you Fills and colors my empty days. But when at last will you return? When is the King? When the Hour? When will you come to be the Christ Of those for whom the false God died, And wake the New Earth and New Heavens, From out of this squalor where I exist? When will you come, O Hidden One, Portuguese dream of every age, To make me more than the faint breath Of na ardent, God-created yearning? Ah, when at last will you, Returning, turn my hope into love? When come out of the fog,...View all