Fernando Pessoa & co. : selected poems /
Fernando Pessoa (1888-1935) - a poet who lived most of his life in a furnished room in Lisbon, Portugal, and who died in obscurity there - has in recent years gained international recognition as one of the greatest writers of the twentieth century. Pessoa was as much a creator of personas as he was...
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New York :
Grove Press,
[1998]
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| Edition: | First paperback edition. |
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Table of Contents:
- Introduction: The Drama and Dream of Fernando Pessoa
- Alberto Caeiro: The Unwitting Master
- I've never kept sheep
- My gaze is clear like a sunflower
- To not think of anything is metaphysics enough
- I'm a keeper of sheep
- Hello, keeper of sheep
- I'd rather be the dust of the road
- The Tagus is more beautiful than the river that flows through my village
- My gaze, blue like the sky
- What we see of things are the things
- Yesterday afternoon a man from the cities
- Like a large blot of smudged fire
- Blessed be the same sun of other lands
- The mystery of things
- where is it?
- I see a butterfly go by
- The coach came down the road, and went on
- On an incredibly clear day
- Before I had you
- Perhaps those who are good at seeing are poor at feeling
- The shepherd in love lost his staff
- To see the fields and the river
- When Spring returns
- If I die young
- It is night. It's very dark. In a house far away
- The Universe is not an idea of mine
- The child who thinks about fairies and believes in them
- Slowly the field unrolls and shines golden
- Yesterday the preacher of truths (his truths)
- They spoke to me of people, and of humanity
- I lie down in the grass
- Dirty unknown child playing outside my door
- You who are a mystic see a meaning in all things
- Ah! They want a light that's better than the sun's
- That thing over there was more there than it is
- This morning I went out very early
- I can also make conjectures
- This may be the last day of my life
- Ricardo Reis: The Sad Epicurean
- Others narrate with lyres or harps
- The gods grant nothing more than life
- Don't clap your hands before beauty
- Ah, you believers in Christs and Marys
- On this day when the green fields
- Here, with no other Apollo than Apollo
- Above the truth reign the gods
- Let the gods
- Lips red from wine
- I prefer roses, my love, to the homeland
- Follow your destiny
- The bird alights, looking only to its alighting
- O morning that breaks without looking at me
- Obey the law, whether it's wrong or you are
- I want my verses to be like jewels
- Day after day life's the same life
- Who delights in the mind can delight in no destiny
- As if each kiss
- Your dead gods tell me nothing I need
- Fate frightens me, Lydia. Nothing is certain
- I devote my higher mind to the ardent
- My eyes see the fields, the fields
- Each man is a world, and as each fountain
- Not only wine but its oblivion I pour
- How great a sadness and bitterness
- Solemnly over the fertile land
- Where there are roses we plant doubt
- As long as I feel the full breeze in my hair
- What we feel, not what is felt
- I don't know if the love you give is love you have
- Want little: you'll have everything
- I was left in the world, all alone
- I tell with severity. I think what I feel
- I placidly wait for what I don't know
- Countless lives inhabit us
- Alvaro De Campos: The Jaded Sensationist
- I study myself but can't perceive
- Listen, Daisy. When I die, although
- Ah, the first minutes in cafes of new cities
- Time's Passage
- It was on one of my voyages
- Ah, when we set out to sea
- But it's not just the cadaver
- I leaned back in the deck chair and closed my eyes
- The Tobacco Shop
- Oporto-Style Tripe
- A Note in the Margin
- Deferral
- Sometimes I meditate
- Ah, the freshness in the face of leaving a task undone
- At long last ..., no doubt about it ...
- Pop
- I walk in the night of the suburban street
- Yes, I know it's all quite natural
- Streetcar Stop
- Birthday
- No! All I want is freedom
- I'd like to be able to like liking
- Reality
- I'm beginning to know myself. I don't exist
- Pack your bags for Nowhere at All
- I got off the train
- This old anguish
- Impassively
- On the eve of never departing
- Symbols? I'm sick of symbols
- The ancients invoked the Muses
- I don't know if the stars rule the world
- I've been thinking about nothing at all
- All love letters are
- Fernando Pessoa-himself: The Mask Behind the Man
- Ocean (Morning)
- God
- From Oblique Rain
- The wind is blowing too hard
- The Mummy
- The gods are happy
- In the light-footed march of heavy time
- Christmas
- By the moonlight, in the distance
- Waterfront
- Some Music
- I feel sorry for the stars
- I seem to be growing calm
- Sleep
- I contemplate the silent pond
- Like a uselessly full glass
- The sun shining over the field
- I don't know how many souls I have
- The soul with boundaries
- I'm sorry I don't respond
- Autopsychography
- I don't know how to be truly sad
- The clouds are dark
- Like an astonishing remnant
- If I think for more than a moment
- From the mountain comes a song
- This species of madness
- The wind in the darkness howls
- I have ideas and reasons
- With a smile and without haste
- Outside where the trees
- I hear in the night across the street
- Almost anonymous you smile
- This
- The day is quiet, quiet is the wind
- The sun rests unmoving
- The washwoman beats the laundry
- To travel! To change countries
- This great wavering between
- I have in me like a haze
- Dreams, systems, myths, ideals
- I divide what I know
- The child that laughs in the street
- Prince Henry the Navigator
- The Stone Pillar
- The Sea Monster
- Epitaph of Bartolomeu Dias
- Ferdinand Magellan
- Portuguese Sea
- Prayer.