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            English 
              version 
            An introduction 
              to the poem: In 
              Horizon Pessoa muses about the fear of the unknown that prevents 
              man from "unraveling the mist". Such was the fear of the 
              unknown sea, but once the first explorers went there to check they 
              found nothing but coral, beaches, flowers and birds. The dream, 
              to which Pessoa attaches great importance, is to imagine those shapes 
              before they are perceived. The most beautiful part of this calm 
              poem is the reference to the Southern Cross which, of all Europeans, 
              an unrecorded Portuguese navigator was the first to see. 
            Horizon 
            Oh 
              sea created before man, your fears 
             
              Had coral and beaches and groves of trees. 
             
              The night and the thick mist unraveled, 
             
              The storms and the mystery surpassed, 
             
              The Distance opened in flower, and 
              the Southern Cross 
             
              Shone in splendour over the galleons of initiation. 
              
             
              Austere line of the far-off coast- 
             
              When the ship comes near, the slope raises up 
             
              In trees where the Distance had been empty; 
             
              Closer by, the land opens up in sounds and colours: 
             
              And, on disembarking, there are birds, flowers, 
             
              Where, from afar, there had only been a meaningless line. 
              
             
              The dream consists in seeing the invisible shapes 
             
              Of the hazy distance, and, with perceptible 
             
              Movements of hope and will, 
             
              Search out in the cold line of the horizon 
             
              The tree, the beach, the flower, the bird, the spring- 
             
              The well deserved kisses of Truth. 
            
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