hey, psyche

I learned there’s nothing more shaming
or as memorable as an intimacy
unreturned. And turned, therefore,
to the expected silence of a page,
where I might simultaneously assert
and hide, be my own disappointment,
which saved me for a while.
But soon the page whispered
I’d mistaken its vastness for a refuge,
its whiteness for a hospital
for the pathetic. Fill me up, it said,
give me sorrow because I must have joy,

all the travails of love because
distances are where the safe reside.
Bring to me, it said, continual proof
you’ve been alive.

from "Turning to the Page," by Stephen Dunn

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Feb. 12, 2013 at 4:27am with 1,414 notes

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Fernando Pessoa

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I look at myself but I’m missing.
I know myself: it’s not me.

— Fernando Pessoa

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Oct. 27, 2012 at 10:10pm with 877 notes

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Fernando Pessoa

Wyatt Gwyon?

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Oct. 21, 2012 at 9:37pm with 502 notes

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Fernando Pessoa

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My soul is impatient with itself, as with a bothersome child; its restlessness keeps growing and is forever the same. Everything interests me, but nothing holds me. I attend to everything, dreaming all the while.

— Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet

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Sep. 9, 2012 at 10:44pm with 17,339 notes

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Fernando Pessoa

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I’m beginning to know myself. I don’t exist. I’m the space between what I’d like to be and what others made of me. Just let me be at ease and all by myself in my room.

— Fernando Pessoa

(Source: rabbitinthemoon)