“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, not about being poems. The poet loves because he loves, not because love exists.” — 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
