Fernando Pessoa

Portugal
13 Jun 1888 // 30 Nov 1935
Poet

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I Study How to Love or How to Hate (31)

As a bad orator, badly o'er-book-skilled,/ Doth overflow his purpose with made heat,/ And, like a clock, winds with withoutness willed/ What should have been an inner instinct's feat;/ Or as a prose-...

Every Moment Has a Thought To Ask (32)

How can I think, or edge my thoughts to action,/ When the miserly press of each day's need/ Aches to a narrowness of spilled distraction/ My soul appalled at the world's work's time-greed?/ How can I...

Like a Fierce Beast (33)

Oh to be idle loving idleness!/ But I am idle all in hate of me;/ Ever in action's dream, in the false stress/ Of purposed action never act to be./ Like a fierce beast self-penned in a bait-lair,/ My...

Good Readers of Me (34)

When I do think my meanest line shall be/ More in Time's use than my creating whole,/ That future eyes more clearly shall feel me/ In this inked page than in my direct soul;/ When I conjecture put to...

The Sense of Life (35)

If that apparent part of life's delight/ Our tingled flesh-sense circumscribes were seen/ By aught save reflex and co-carnal sight,/ Joy, flesh and life might prove but a gross screen./ Haply Truth's...

We Are Our Dreams of Ourselves (36)

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...
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