The Clouds Are Dark By Fernando Pessoa
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The clouds are dark
But toward the south
A scrap of sky
Is sadly blue.
So too in the mind,
Which has no answer,
A scrap remembers
That the heart exists.
This scrap is what
We know as the truth
Of eternal beauty
Beyond what is.
From “Fernando Pessoa & Co.,” edited and translated by Richard Zenith (Grove Press: 290 pp., $25)