Искусствоед
Alexander Search (Pessoa's Heteronym)
Song
Sun to-day and storm to-morrow.
Never can we know
When is joy or when is sorrow,
Happiness or woe...
The clock strikes. To-day is gone.
Man, proud man, oh think thereon!
From delight we pass to sadness
From a smile to tears;
And the boldness of our gladness
Dies within our fears.
The clock strikes. An hour is past.
Think, oh think, how all doth waste!
("Death of God")
(c)
Song
Sun to-day and storm to-morrow.
Never can we know
When is joy or when is sorrow,
Happiness or woe...
The clock strikes. To-day is gone.
Man, proud man, oh think thereon!
From delight we pass to sadness
From a smile to tears;
And the boldness of our gladness
Dies within our fears.
The clock strikes. An hour is past.
Think, oh think, how all doth waste!
("Death of God")
(c)