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13. 06. 1888 - 30. 11. 1935
Born in Lisbon. Between 1895 and 1905, he lived in South Africa. He wrote under the heteronyms Álvaro de Campos, Alberto Caeiro and Ricardo Reis as well as under the semi-heteronym Bernardo Soares and his own name, Fernando Pessoa. He is considered one of the greatest Portuguese poets of all time. Poet and prose writer. Despite being well-known, there is still much to discover about Pessoa even today. He is certainly the most complex and diversified Portuguese writer. |
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| Crossing this landscape my dream of an infinite port And the colour of flowers is transparent of the sails of great ships That leave the quay dragging as shadows through the waters Into the sun the forms of those ancient trees... The port I dream of is sombre and pallid And the landscape is bright sunlight on this side... But in my spirit this day's sun is a sombre port And the ships that leave this port are these trees in the sun... Doubly free, I leave the landscape below... The outline of the quay is the clear calm road Which lifts and rises like a wall, And the ships pass through the trunks of trees With a vertical horizontality, And let fall the cables in water through leaves one by one within... I do not know who I dream myself... Suddenly all the water of the sea of the port is transparent I see the bottom, like an enormous print that was shining there, All this landscape, torn from the tree, the road burning in that port. And the shadow of a ship more ancient than the passing port Between my dream of the port and my view of this landscape And it comes close to me, and enters into me, And passes to the other side of my soul... (...) |
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