Status Updates From 35 Sonnets

فَكَمْ نَحْنُ بَعِيدُونَ جِدًا مِنْ دَاخِلِنَا عَنِ الحَقِيقَةِ
لِنَعْرِفَ كَمْ نَحْنُ لَا نَنْتَمِي إِلَى أَنْفُسِنَا ..

I’m in love with this

Whether we write or speak or do but look
We are ever unapparent. What we are
Cannot be transfused into word or book.
Our soul from us is infinitely far.
However much we give our thoughts the will
To be our soul and gesture it abroad,
Our hearts are incommunicable still.
In what we show ourselves we are ignored.

Not sure if I skipped ahead or am at sonnet 18. Maybe skipped ahead to choose one for poetry class! Will read/reread first 17 too.