Who is Fernando Pessoa

Fernando António Nogueira Pessoa (Portuguese: [fɨɾˈnɐ̃du pɨˈsoɐ]; 13 June 1888 – 30 November 1935) was a Portuguese poet, writer, literary critic, translator, publisher, and philosopher, described as one of the most significant literary figures of the 20th century and one of the greatest poets in the Portuguese language. He also wrote in and translated from English and French.

Pessoa was a prolific writer, and not only under his own name, for he created approximately seventy-five others, of which three stand out, Alberto Caeiro, Álvaro de Campos, and Ricardo Reis. He did not call them pseudonyms because he felt that this did not capture their true independent intellectual life and instead called them heteronyms. These imaginary figures sometimes held unpopular or extre...
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Fernando Pessoa Poems

  • Sonnet Xx
    When in the widening circle of rebirth
    To a new flesh my travelled soul shall come,
    And try again the unremembered earth
    With the old sadness for the immortal home, ...
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Earth 1 Strange 1 Thought 1 Black 1 Regret 1 Blind 1 Face 1 Sense 1 Small 1 Breath 1


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Qudrat360: literature is the most agreeable way of ignoring life. fernando pessoa
Nosheenaamir_: "the romantic malady is to want the moon as if it could actually be obtained." the book of disquiet, fernando pessoa .
Zubair_hassan03: literature is the most agreeable way of ignoring life. —fernando pessoa
Ymie_borjon: the wanderings of lost poets. fernando pessoa: a glimpse in three acts
_rottenangel_: "my god, my god, whose performance am i watching? how many people am i? who am i? what is this space between myself and myself? " - fernando pessoa , from the book of disquiet.
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