Fernando Pessoa,
English Poems, Volume 02 (of 2…
“ Flesh pinched, flesh bit, flesh sucked, flesh girt around, Flesh crushed and ground, These things inflame your thoughts and make ye dim In what ye say or seem! Rage out in naked glances till ye fright Your ague of delight, In glances seeming clothes and thoughts to hate That fleshes separate! Stretch out your limbs to the warm day outside, To feel it while it bide! For the strong sun, the hot ground, the green grass, Each far lake's dazzling glass, And each one's flushed thought of the night to be Are all one joy-hot unity. ”
