Wilde Observations #34

A Tossed Salad of Poetry, Art and Ideas

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I first became aware of the Portuguese poet Fernando Pessoa (1888–1935) around eight years ago. In addition to being a poet he was a prolific writer, literary critic, translator, philosopher and significant literary figure.

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A Keeper of Sheep

I’m a keeper of sheep.
The sheep are my thoughts
And each thought a sensation.
I think with my eyes and my ears
And with my hands and feet
And with my nose and mouth.

To Be Great

To be great, be whole; don’t exaggerate
Or leave out any part of you,
Be complete in each thing. Put all you are
Into the least of your acts.
So too in each lake, with its lofty life,
The whole moon shines.


The only hidden meaning of things
Is that they have no hidden meaning.
It’s the strangest thing of all,
Stranger than all poets’ dreams
And all philosophers’ thoughts,
That things are really what they seem to be
And there’s nothing to understand.
Yes, this is what my senses learned on their own:
Things have no meaning: they have existence.
Things are the only hidden meaning of things.

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