I’m a keeper of sheep
I’m a keeper of sheep,
The sheep are my thoughts
And my thoughts are all sensations.
I think with my eyes and ears
And with my hands and feet
An with my nose and mouth.
To think a flower is to see it and smell it
And to eat the fruit is to taste its meaning.
That’s why on a hot day
When I ache from enjoying so much,
And stretch out on the grass
Closing my warm eyes,
I feel my whole body lying full length in reality
I know in truth that I am happy.
By Alberto Caeiro*
heteronym of Fernando Pessoa
Translated from Portuguese by Edwin Honig and Susan M. Brown