Who is Fernando Pessoa

Fernando António Nogueira Pessoa (Portuguese: [fɨɾˈnɐ̃du pɨˈsoɐ]; 13 June 1888 – 30 November 1935), commonly known as Fernando Pessoa, 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 dreamed up approximately seventy-five others. He did not call them pseudonyms because he felt that did not capture their true independent intellectual life and instead called them heteronyms. These imaginary figures sometimes held unpopular or extreme views.


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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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Top 10 most used topics by Fernando Pessoa

Earth 1 Strange 1 Thought 1 Black 1 Regret 1 Blind 1 Face 1 Sense 1 Small 1 Breath 1


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  • Ellamariawrites: “literature is the most agreeable way of ignoring life.” – fernando pessoa
  • Danhugger: "i have found out that reading is a slavish sort of dreaming. if i must dream, why not my own dreams?" - fernando pessoa
  • Carl_kruse: i bear the wounds of all the battles i avoided. ― fernando pessoa
  • Aonewomanri0t: when fernando pessoa wrote “what was my entire being? an enormous, useless yearning”
  • Murschetg: «il cor, sch’el savess patertgar, calass el da dar» fernando pessoa
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In Memoriam A. H. H.: 54. Oh, Yet We Trust That Somehow Goo
 by Alfred Lord Tennyson

Oh, yet we trust that somehow good
Will be the final end of ill,
To pangs of nature, sins of will,
Defects of doubt, and taints of blood;
That nothing walks with aimless feet;
That not one life shall be destroy'd,
Or cast as rubbish to the void,
When God hath made the pile complete;
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