Explore "35 Sonnets" by Fernando Pessoa on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
I do not know what truth the false untruth / Of this sad sense of the seen world may own, / Or if this flowered plant bears also a fruit / Unto the true reality unknown.
But as the rainbow, neither earth's nor sky's, / Stands in the dripping freshness of lulled rain, / A hope, not real yet not fancy's, lies / Athwart the moment of our ceasing pain.