This is how I want the poem to be: trembling with light, coarse with earth, murmuring with waters and with wind.
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Words
They are like a crystal, words. Some a dagger, some a blaze. Others, merely dew. Secret they come, full of memory. Insecurely they sail: cockleboats or kisses, the waters trembling. Abandoned, innocent, weightless. They are woven of light. They are the night. And even pallid they recall green paradise. Who hears them? Who gathers them, thus, cruel, shapeless, in their pure shells?
Just little pieces of her beautiful work.
"To be a poet is to be taller, to be biggerThan average men! It is to bite as if you’re kissing!It is to give alms, although you are a beggar,Like the king of a realm where only pain is missing!"
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"I dream I am the chosen Poet, Who knows all there is to know on Earth, The one whose inspiration’s pure and perfect,And captures infinity in a verse!
I dream a verse of mine has all the brightnessTo light the whole world! And it will please Even those who long and die of sadness!And even wise, unhappy souls it will appease."
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"What kind of magic potion Did you give me from that jar? That I forget who I amBut always know who you are..."
"Your hands tremble as they caress and woo me...My amber body, harmonious and young,Is like a jasmin vine deliciously high-strungDrunk with sunlight, with pleasure and perfume!"
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And upon returning, love...Taking mysterious paths along the meadows On grassy carpets on the forest floor,We will make a star of our two shadows.
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I dreamt that I was your beloved lover
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.........breathless and burning with desire, instantly I found myself within your fire and looking, lovingly, into your eyes
You can see more about her here http://www.vidaslusofonas.pt/florbela_espanca2.htm
I never get tired to read Fernando Pessoa This is simply beautiful !
– Álvaro de Campos
Alberto Caeiro is Pessoa's first great heteronym.
This is a good Site to see about Him
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fernando_Pessoa#Fernando_Pessoa-himself