A Little Larger Than the Entire Universe: Selected Poems (Penguin Classics)

Cover Page......Page 1
About the Author......Page 3
Title Page......Page 5
Copyright Page......Page 6
Contents......Page 7
Introduction: The Birth of a Nation......Page 15
Chronology......Page 35
Notes on the Selection, Editing, and Translation......Page 43
In Lieu of an Author’s Preface......Page 49
Alberto Caeiro......Page 53
from The Keeper of Sheep......Page 55
II: My gaze is clear like a sunflower......Page 57
IV: This afternoon a thunderstorm......Page 59
VI: To think about God is to disobey God......Page 61
VII: From my village I see as much of the universe as can be seen from the eath......Page 62
VIII: One midday in late spring......Page 63
IX: I’m a keeper of sheep......Page 69
XIII: Lightly, lightly, very lightly......Page 70
XIV: I don’t worry about rhyme. Two trees......Page 71
XVI: If only my life were an oxcart......Page 72
XVII: Salad......Page 73
XXI: If I could sink my teeth into the whole earth......Page 74
XXVI: Sometimes, on days of perfect and exact light......Page 75
XXVII: Only Nature is divine, and she is not divine......Page 76
XXVIII: Today I read nearly two pages......Page 77
XXX: If you want me to have a mysticism, then fine, I have one......Page 79
XXXI: If sometimes I say that flowers smile......Page 80
XXXIII: Poor flowers in the flower beds of manicured gardens......Page 81
XXXIV: I find it so natural not to think......Page 82
XXXV: The moonlight seen through the tall branches......Page 83
XXXVI: And there are poets who are artists......Page 84
XLI: On certain summer days, when the dusk is falling......Page 85
XLIII: Better the flight of the bird that passes and leaves no trace......Page 86
XLV: A row of trees in the distance, toward the slope......Page 87
XLVI: In this way or that way......Page 88
XLVIII: From the highest window of my house......Page 90
XLIX: I go inside and shut the window......Page 92
from The Shepherd in Love......Page 93
The moon is high up in the sky and it’s spring......Page 95
Now that I feel love......Page 96
Love is a company......Page 97
Unable to sleep, I spent the whole night seeing her figure all by itself......Page 98
from Uncollected Poems......Page 99
Beyond the bend in the road......Page 101
To clean and tidy up Matter......Page 102
What’s my life worth? In the end (I don’t know what end)......Page 103
The astonishing reality of things......Page 104
When spring arrives......Page 106
If, after I die, someone wants to write my biography......Page 107
I don’t know how anyone can think a sunset is sad......Page 108
You speak of civilization and how it shouldn’t exist......Page 109
Today someone read me St. Francis of Assisi......Page 110
I see in the distance a ship on the Tagus......Page 111
When it’s cold in the season for cold, to me it feels pleasant......Page 112
Whoever or whatever is at the center of the world......Page 113
War, which inflicts suffering on the world with its squadrons......Page 115
All the opinions ever formed about Nature......Page 117
O ship setting out on a distant voyage......Page 118
Truth, falsehood, certainty, uncertainty......Page 119
Hillside shepherd, so far away from me with your sheep......Page 120
Between what I see of one field and what I see of another field......Page 121
I’m not in a hurry. In a hurry for what?......Page 122
Live, you say, in the present......Page 123
You say I’m something more......Page 124
The first sign of the storm that will strike the day after tomorrow......Page 126
Ricardo Reis......Page 127
I love the roses of Adonis’s gardens......Page 129
Peaceful, Master......Page 130
The god Pan isn’t dead......Page 132
Snow covers the sunlit hills in the distance......Page 133
The day’s paleness is tinged with gold. The curves......Page 134
Wise the man who’s content with the world’s spectacle......Page 135
Each thing, in its time, has its time......Page 136
Bearing in mind our likeness with the gods......Page 138
The only freedom the gods grant us......Page 139
Remember, with quick steps, on the white beach......Page 140
We’ve always had the confident vision......Page 141
Lost from the way, you clutch your sterile......Page 142
The Chess Players......Page 143
Not you, Christ, do I hate or reject......Page 147
I suffer, Lydia, from the fear of destiny......Page 148
A verse repeating......Page 149
Securely I sit on the steadfast column......Page 150
You’ll become only who you always were......Page 151
Each man fulfills the destiny he must fulfill......Page 152
I don’t sing of night, since in my song......Page 153
I don’t want the presents which......Page 154
I want the flower you are, not the one you give......Page 155
The new summer that newly brings......Page 156
How short a time is the longest life......Page 158
Now plowing his scant field, now solemnly......Page 159
Don’t try to build in the space you suppose......Page 160
Hour by hour the ancient face of repeated......Page 161
Already over my vain brow......Page 162
The leaf won’t return to the branch it left......Page 163
Fruits are given by trees that live......Page 164
Dreamed pleasure is pleasure, albeit in a dream......Page 165
To nothing can your hands, now things, appeal......Page 166
How many enjoy the enjoyment of enjoying......Page 167
Sleep is good because we wake up from it......Page 168
The fleeting track made by the vanished foot......Page 169
Whatever ceases is death, and the death......Page 170
Let my fate deny me everything except......Page 171
When, Lydia, our autumn arrives......Page 172
Hesitant, as if forgotten by Aeolus......Page 173
Not just those who envy and hate us......Page 175
Rule or keep quiet. Don’t squander yourself......Page 176
If each thing has its corresponding god......Page 177
No one loves anyone else; he loves......Page 178
Nothing of nothing remains. And we are nothing......Page 179
To be great, be whole: don’t exaggerate......Page 180
Calm because I’m unknown......Page 181
Each day you didn’t enjoy wasn’t yours......Page 182
Since we do nothing in this confused world......Page 183
You’re alone. No one knows it. Hush and feign......Page 184
I love what I see because one day......Page 185
All I ask the gods to grant me is that......Page 186
My hand that destroys......Page 187
Four times in the false year the false season......Page 188
Of the gods I ask only to be ignored......Page 189
Álvaro de Campos......Page 191
Opiary......Page 193
Triumphal Ode......Page 199
Excerpts from Two Odes......Page 207
Maritime Ode......Page 212
Salutation to Walt Whitman......Page 243
All along the wharf there’s the bustle of an imminent arrival......Page 261
Lisbon Revisited (1923)......Page 262
Lisbon Revisited (1926)......Page 264
If you want to kill yourself, why don’t you want to kill yourself......Page 267
Distant lighthouses......Page 270
At the wheel of the Chevrolet on the road to Sintra......Page 271
Clouds......Page 274
English Song......Page 276
Squib......Page 277
Chance......Page 278
Note......Page 280
Almost......Page 282
I have a bad cold......Page 284
Oxfordshire......Page 285
Yes it’s me, I myself, what I turned out to be......Page 286
Ah, a Sonnet.........Page 288
My heart, the deluded admiral......Page 289
Speak softly, for this is life......Page 290
I wake up in the middle of the night and its silence......Page 291
Magnificat......Page 292
Original Sin......Page 293
Lisbon with its houses......Page 295
What happiness......Page 297
I got off the train......Page 299
How long it’s been since I could write......Page 300
The stillness of midnight begins to descend......Page 301
I took off the mask and looked in the mirror......Page 302
I, I myself......Page 303
Homecoming......Page 304
Yes, everything’s just fine......Page 305
I’m dizzy......Page 306
Poem in a Straight Line......Page 308
Là-bas, Je Ne Sais Où.........Page 310
We crossed paths on a downtown Lisbon street, and he came up to me......Page 312
Holiday Retreat......Page 315
No, it’s not weariness......Page 317
Fernando Pessoa-Himself......Page 319
from Songbook......Page 321
O church bell of my village......Page 323
Abdication......Page 324
Swamps of yearnings brushing against my gilded soul......Page 325
Slanting Rain I, III, V......Page 327
She sings, poor reaper, perhaps......Page 330
Some Random Verses......Page 332
Passerby......Page 333
Diary in the Shade......Page 334
A piano on my street......Page 336
Where’s my life going, and who’s taking it there?......Page 337
Ah! the anguish, the vile rage, the despair......Page 339
Non Necesse Est......Page 340
Whoever, horizon, passes beyond you......Page 341
Nothing......Page 342
I don’t know who I am right now. I dream......Page 343
I hear the wind blowing in the night......Page 344
The Scaffold......Page 345
Glosses......Page 347
Chess......Page 349
How long it’s been, ten years perhaps......Page 350
Amidst my anguish over who I am......Page 351
The harmonium faintly, dyingly whines......Page 352
Whether I’m happy or sad?......Page 353
I want to be free and insincere......Page 354
My wife, whose name is Solitude......Page 355
Her very being surprises......Page 356
There’s no one who loves me......Page 357
O cat playing in the street......Page 358
I come to the window......Page 359
Autopsychography......Page 360
I’m a fugitive......Page 361
I’m guided only by reason......Page 362
Initiation......Page 363
Death is a bend in the road......Page 365
Blessed rooster that sings......Page 366
Happy those who don’t think, since life......Page 367
The ancient censer swings......Page 368
What I write’s not mine, not mine......Page 369
Everything that exists in the world......Page 370
I don’t know if that gentle land......Page 371
Between my sleeping and dreaming......Page 372
The master without disciples......Page 373
Senhor Silva......Page 374
I daydream, far from my cozy......Page 375
Yes, at last a certain peace......Page 376
In the peace of night, full of so much enduring......Page 377
All beauty is a dream, even if it exists......Page 378
Rolling wave that returns......Page 379
In this world where we forget......Page 380
Seagulls are flying close to the ground......Page 382
The beautiful, wondrous fable......Page 384
When I die and you, meadow......Page 386
There were people who loved me......Page 387
The girls go in groups......Page 388
Since night was falling and I expected no one......Page 390
If some day someone knocks at your door......Page 391
Everything, except boredom, bores me......Page 392
Tell nothing to the one who told all......Page 393
Freedom......Page 394
A gray but not cold day......Page 396
What matters is love......Page 397
It was such a long time ago!......Page 398
Un Soir à Lima......Page 399
Advice......Page 407
At the Tomb of Christian Rosenkreutz......Page 408
Pedrouços......Page 411
There are sicknesses worse than any sickness......Page 413
from Message......Page 415
Coat of Arms: The Castles......Page 417
Coat of Arms: The Shields......Page 418
Ulysses......Page 419
Viriato......Page 420
Henry, Count of Burgundy......Page 421
Sebastian, King of Portugal......Page 422
Horizon......Page 423
The Columbuses......Page 424
The West......Page 425
The Fifth Empire......Page 426
Fog......Page 428
Ruba'iyat......Page 429
from Faust......Page 439
English Poems......Page 449
Poems of Alexander Search......Page 451
Epigram......Page 453
God’s Work......Page 454
The Circle......Page 455
A Temple......Page 456
from 35 Sonnets......Page 457
I: Whether we write or speak or are but seen......Page 459
VIII: How many masks wear we, and undermasks......Page 460
XVII: My love, and not I, is the egoist......Page 461
XXXI: I am older than Nature and her Time......Page 462
from The Mad Fiddler......Page 463
The Lost Key......Page 465
The King of Gaps......Page 466
Notes......Page 467
Bibliography......Page 481