Fernando Pessoa

“ Pleasure must thee befall!
Life hums around her senses petalled close.
Look how the sun is altogether all!
Come up! Awake! Dress for undressing! Stand!
Look how she tarries! Tell her: fear not glee! ”

“ The sun pours on ordered rout,
And all their following eyes clasp round the bride:
They feel like hands her bosom and her side;
Like the inside of vestments next her skin.
They round her round and fold each crevice in ”

“ And children yet, that watch with looking eyes,
Will now thrill to be wise
In flesh, and with big men and women act
The liquid tickling fact
For whose taste they'll in secret corners try
They scarce know what still dry. ”