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Fernando Pessoa & Co. : selected poems

Author: Fernando Pessoa; Richard Zenith
Publisher: New York : Grove Press, 1998.
Edition/Format:   Print book : English : 1st edView all editions and formats
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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 of poetry, prose, and criticism. He wrote under numerous "heteronyms," or literary alter egos, and invented fully  Read more...
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Genre/Form: Translations
Translations into English
Named Person: Fernando Pessoa; Fernando Pessoa; Fernando Pessoa
Document Type: Book
All Authors / Contributors: Fernando Pessoa; Richard Zenith
ISBN: 0802116280 9780802116284 0802136273 9780802136275
OCLC Number: 38055974
Description: xiv, 290 pages ; 22 cm
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.
Other Titles: Fernando Pessoa and Co
Pessoa
Responsibility: edited and translated from the Portuguese by Richard Zenith.

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Translator Richard Zenith has collected in a single volume all the major poetry of Fernando Pessoa (1888-1935), "one of the most extraordinary poetic talents the century has produced" ("Microsoft  Read more...

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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. 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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."@en
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