"Poets don't have biographies. Their work is their biography. Pessoa, who always doubted the reality of this world, would readily approve if I were to go straight to his poems, forgetting the incidents and accidents of his earthly life. Nothing in his life is surprising - nothing except his poems. I do not think his "case history" - one must resign oneself to using that unpleasant term - explains them; I think that, in the light of his poems, his "case history" ceases to be one.
Anglomaniac, myopic, courteous, evasive,
dressed darkly,
reticent and agreeable,
cosmopolitan who preaches nationalism,
"solemn investigator of futile things",
humorist who never smiles but chills our blood,
inventor of other poets and destroyer of himself,
author of paradoxes clear as water and, as water, dizzying:
"to pretend is to know yourself ",
mysterious man who does not cultivate mystery,
mysterious as the mid-day moon,
taciturn phantom of the Portuguese mid-day,
who is Pessoa?
Pierre Hourcade, who knew him at the end of his life, writes: "Never, when I bade him good-bye, did I dare to turn back and look at him; I was afraid I would see him vanish, dissolved in air." Did he forget something?
He died in 1935, in Lisbon, of a hepatic colic.
He left two plaquettes of poems in English, a slim volume of Portuguese poems and a trunk full of manuscripts.
His complete works have yet to be published."
(Excerpt from Octavio Paz's "Introduction" to Fernando Pessoa: Antologia, Mexico 1962 - translation by Michael Schmidt)
in the disarray of my confused emotions, i carry the awareness of my defeat like a banner of victory.....we never know self-realization - we are two abyses, a well staring at the sky...
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Ola!!!!! Obrigado por add!!!!! Obrigado por criares o profile de Fernando Pessoa!!!!! "Ah,meu maior amigo,nunca mais Na paisagem sepulta desta vida Enconttrarei uma alma tão querida As coisas que em meu ser são reais. p.l.u.r. Algarve
A alavanca puxa o tronco caído, verme latente a três dimensões, que se dissemina pelos poros que assombram beijos de cores disformes que se afastam. Anjos supremos diletantes em esforço anunciam a queda fusil de tempos novos lestos alheios de antas vazias. Nervocide beija o amante morto em furo.
