Sunday Poetry

It’s been a strange week reading-wise. I find myself unable to read through a lot of the books that I am in the middle of. Instead, I find myself turning more and more to non-fiction and poetry. Here are some lines that especially spoke to me.

1.
I just discovered Fernando Pessoa (through the marvelous Shawna Lemay of calmthings) but oh, his poetry gives shapes to things inside me.

I have no ambitions and no desires.
To be a poet is not my ambition,
It’s my way of being alone.

~ from The Keeper of Sheep, Fernando Pessoa & Co., translated by Richard Zenith

(only, I would change “alone” to “being on my own”)

2.
Yet my sadness is a comfort
For it is natural and right
And is what should fill the soul
Whenever it thinks it exists
And doesn’t notice the hands picking flowers.

~ from The Keeper of Sheep, Fernando Pessoa & Co., translated by Richard Zenith

3.
Do Not Make Wrong What You Do
© Juhi @ Nooks & Crannies

Do Not Make Wrong What You Do
Let Yourself Off the Hook
I shall begin
by leaving this poem
dangling
and
unfinished

~ juhi @ nooks and crannies