Sonnet XII [As the lone, frighted user of a night-road]

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Title:     Sonnet XII [As the lone, frighted user of a night-road]
Author: Fernando Pessoa [More Titles by Pessoa]

As the lone, frighted user of a night-road
Suddenly turns round, nothing to detect,
Yet on his fear’s sense keepeth still the load
Of that brink-nothing he doth but suspect;
And the cold terror moves to him more near
Of something that from nothing casts a spell,
That, when he moves, to fright more is not there,
And’s only visible when invisible
So I upon the world turn round in thought,
And nothing viewing do no courage take,
But my more terror, from no seen cause got,
To that felt corporate emptiness forsake,
And draw my sense of mystery’s horror from
Seeing no mystery’s mystery alone.

[The end]
Fernando Pessoa's poem: Sonnet XII

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