The Herdsman

Alberto Caeiro 1888–1935 Fernando Pessoa

Translated By Edouard Roditi

I'm herdsman of a flock.
The sheep are my thoughts
And my thoughts are all sensations.
I think with my eyes and my ears
And my hands and feet
And nostrils and mouth.

To think a flower is to see and smell it.
To eat a fruit is to sense its savor.

And that is why, when I feel sad,
In a day of heat, because of so much joy
And lay me down in the grass to rest
And close my sun-warmed eyes,
I feel my whole body relaxed in reality
And know the whole truth and am happy.


Reprinted by permission of the Estate of Edouard Roditi.

Source: Poetry (October 1955).

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October 1955
Alberto Caeiro

Biography

Poet Fernando António Nogueira Pêssoa was born in Lisbon, Portugal. His father died when Pessoa was five years old, and the family moved with his mother’s new husband, a consul, to Durban, South Africa, where Pessoa attended an English school. At thirteen Pessoa returned to Portugal for a year-long visit, and returned there permanently in 1905. He studied briefly at the University of Lisbon, and began to publish criticism, . . .

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SUBJECT Activities, Nature, Landscapes & Pastorals, Arts & Sciences, Philosophy, Living, The Mind

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