“When I’m depressed, I read Caeiro — he’s my fresh air. I become very calm, content, faithful — yes, I find faith in God, and in the soul’s transcendent living smallness, after reading the poems by that ungodly anti-humanist who… — Álvaro de Campos Copy Share Image
“But what you’re calling poetry is what everything is. It’s not even poetry — it’s seeing. These materialists are blind. You told me they… — Álvaro de Campos Copy Share Image
“I consider a dream like I consider a shadow,” answered Caeiro, with his usual divine, unexpected promptitude. “A shadow is real, but it’s less… — Álvaro de Campos Copy Share Image
“The Amorous Shepherd is a fruitless interlude, but those few poems are among the world’s greatest love poems, because they’re love poems about love,… — Álvaro de Campos Copy Share Image
“Nothing: a landscape, a glass of wine, a little loveless love, and the vague sadness caused by our understanding nothing and having lost the… — Álvaro de Campos Copy Share Image
“I don’t believe in anything but the existence of my sensations; I have no other certainty, not even of the outer universe conveyed to… — Álvaro de Campos Copy Share Image
“I suddenly asked my master Caeiro, “Are you at peace with yourself?” and he answered, “No, I’m at peace.” It was like the voice… — Álvaro de Campos Copy Share Image
“he woman Caeiro fell in love with. I have no idea who she was, and I intend to never find out, not even out… — Álvaro de Campos Copy Share Image
“He possesses the minimum sensibility necessary for his intelligence not to be merely mathematical, the minimum a human being needs so that it can… — Álvaro de Campos Copy Share Image
“I always want to be the thing I feel kinship with... To feel everything in every way, To hold all opinions, To be sincere… — Álvaro de Campos Copy Share Image
“When I’m depressed, I read Caeiro — he’s my fresh air. I become very calm, content, faithful — yes, I find faith in God,… — Álvaro de Campos Copy Share Image
“and the idea of nothingness — the most terrifying of all ideas, when thought of with feeling — has, in my dear master’s work… — Álvaro de Campos Copy Share Image
