Explore "35 Sonnets" by Fernando Pessoa on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
How yesterday is long ago! The past / Is a fixed infinite distance from to-day, / And bygone things, the first-lived as the last, / In irreparable sameness far away.
How the to-be is infinitely ever / Out of the place wherein it will be Now, / Like the seen wave yet far up in the river, / Which reaches not us, but the new-waved flow! / This thing Time is, whose being is having none, / The equable tyrant of our different fates, / Who could not be bought off by a shattered sun / Or tricked by new use of our careful dates. / This thing Time is, that to the grave-will bear / My heart, sure but of it and of my fear.