[BNP/E3, 49A2 – 65]

12-8-08.

Quem dera tornar a ter

O mal e o bem[1] de sonhar

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While you grew up away

I grew alone, friendless at my beauty’s one

And yet less friendless them unfriendly,

Already, though I knew it not, some guessed,

Insanity’s confusion and unrest

Begun upon my mind stealthily to prey

Making its[2] |commotion| unobserved way.

You grew at social, full of {…} and ease

I, timid before shows and meetings and these

Differences parted us as seen from sea

Some new-born continent yet that long naturally

Long was inevitably {…} to come to be.

[65v]

The dying bliss thing (the †) men got

Is that like all things have an end

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[1] O mal /bem\ e o bem /mal\
[2] its /a\