Content • If, after I die • the fingers toyed absently
Content • If I could take a bite of the whole earth • My gaze, blue like the sky • Rymes mean nothing to me. Only rarely • Only Nature is Divine
Content • II - my glance is clear like a sunflower • IX. I am a keeper of sheep • The Keeper of Sheep - excerpts • VI. to think of god is to desobey god • I never kept sheep - excerpt |
ALBERTO CAEIRO POETRY
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