[BNP/E3, 31A – 10]

15

Whole: good.

Details: less so.

Elsewhere

|Let us away, my child,

     Away to Elsewhere.

There days are ever mild ✓

     And fields are ever fair.

The moon that shines on whom

     There wanders happy and free

Hath woven its light and gloom    ✓

     Of immortality.

Seeing things there is young,

     And bright eyes never old,[1]

There real dream‑songs are sung

     By lips we may behold.

Time there's a moment's bliss,

     Life a being‑slaked thirst,   ✓

Love like that in a kiss

     When that kiss is the first.

We need no boat, my child,

     But our hopes while still fair,   ✓

No rowers but fancies wild.

     Oh, let us seek Elsewhere!

                           Fernando Pessoa

 
[1] And bright eyes never old, /Told tales sweet as untold\