The Flight of the Bird Passing IV: Poems of Fernando Pessoa

Only Nature is divine, and she’s not divine

 

Only Nature is divine, and she’s not divine . . .

 

If I speak of her as a being

it’s because to speak of her I must use the language of men

Which endows things with personality,

And forces names upon things.

They exist, and the sky is vast and the earth is wide,

And our hearts are the size of a clenched fist . . .

 

Bless me for all I do not know,

I enjoy it all as one who knows there’s always sun.

 

 

 

Rather the flight of the bird passing and leaving no trace

 

Rather the flight of the bird passing and leaving no trace

Than creatures passing, leaving tracks on the ground.

The bird goes by and forgets, which is as is should be.

The creature, no longer there, and so, perfectly useless

Shows it was there — also perfectly useless.

 

Remembering betrays Nature,

Because yesterday’s Nature is not Nature

What’s past is nothing and remembering is not seeing.

 

Fly, bird, fly away; teach me to disappear!

By Alberto Caeiro*

heteronym of Fernando Pessoa 

Translated from Portuguese by Edwin Honig and Susan M. Brown

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The Flight of the Bird Passing III: Poems of Fernando Pessoa

If I could take a bite of the whole earth

 

If I could take a bite of the whole earth

And get a taste of it,

I be happier for a moment . . .

But I don’t always want to be happy.

One must be unhappy now and then

Just to be able to be natural . . .

Not every day is fair,

And when there’s a drought, you look for rain.

That’s why I take the happy with the sad

Naturally, like someone not surprised

There are mountains and plains,

Rocks and grass . . .

One must be natural and easy,

Take the happy with the sad,

Feel as one looks,

Think as one talks,

And, when it is time to die, remember the day dies too,

And, the sunset is beautiful, and beautiful to the enduring night . . .

That’s how it is, and so be it . . .

 

By Alberto Caeiro*

heteronym of Fernando Pessoa 

Translated from Portuguese by Edwin Honig and Susan M. Brown

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The Flight of the Bird Passing II: Poems of Fernando Pessoa

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

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The Flight of the Bird Passing I: Poems of Fernando Pessoa

II “My glance is clear like a sunflower”

 

My glance is clear like a sunflower.

I usually take to the roads,

Looking to my right and to my left.

And now and then looking behind me . . .

And what I see each moment

Is something I’d never seen before,

And I’m good at noticing such things . . .

I know how to feel the same essential wonder

That an infant feels if, on being born,

He could note he’d been born . . .

I feel that I am being born each moment

into the eternal newness of the World . . .

I believe the World as in a daisy

Because I see it . But I don’t think about it

Because thinking about it is not understanding . . .

The World was not made for us to think about

(To think is to be eye-sick)

But for us to look at and be in tune with . . .

I have no philosophy, I have senses . . .

If I speak of Nature, it’s not because I know what

Nature is,

But because I love it, and that is why I love it,

For a lover never knows what he loves,

Why he loves or what love is . . .

Loving is eternal innocence,

And the only innocence is not to think . . .

By Alberto Caeiro*

heteronym of Fernando Pessoa 

Translated from Portuguese by Edwin Honig and Susan M. Brown

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The Winds of Change are Rising

 

“We have reached a crossroads, we have emerged from what we assumed was normality, things have suddenly overturned. One of our main tasks now—especially those of us who are not sick, are not frontline workers, and are not dealing with other economic or housing difficulties—is to understand this moment, what it might require of us, and what it might make possible.”

–Rebecca Solnit from The Impossible Has Already Happened: What coronavirus can teach us about hope

 

Seeing everything means recognizing the ultimate fact that all things that exist are mutually connected into a single whole, even if the connections between them are not yet known to us. Seeing everything also means a completely different kind of responsibility for the world, because it becomes obvious that every gesture “here” is connected to a gesture “there,” that a decision taken in one part of the world will have an effect in another part of it, and that differentiating between “mine” and “yours” starts to be debatable.

So it could be best to tell stories honestly in a way that activates a sense of the whole in the reader’s mind, that sets off the reader’s capacity to unite fragments into a single design, and to discover entire constellations in the small particles of events. To tell a story that makes it clear that everyone and everything is steeped in one common notion, which we painstakingly produce in our minds with every turn of the planet.

That is why I believe I must tell stories as if the world were a living, single entity, constantly forming before our eyes, and as if we were a small and at the same time powerful part of it.

Olga Tokarczuk  from Nobel Prize in Literature acceptance speech

 

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