Fernando Pessoa, Portugal

Poet & author (1888 - 1935)

  • There was a moment

    Fernando Pessoa, Portugal

    There was a moment
    When you let
    Settle on my sleeve
    (More a movement
    Of fatigue, I believe,
    Than any thought)
    Your hand. And drew it
    Away. Did I
    Feel it, or not?

    Don’t know. But remember
    And still feel
    A kind of memory,
    Firm, corporeal,
    At the place where you laid
    The hand, which offered
    Meaning – a kind of,
    Uncomprehended –
    But so softly…
    All nothing, I know.
    There are, though,
    On a road of the kind
    Life is, things – plenty –
    Uncomprehended.

    Do I know whether,
    As I felt your hand
    Settle into place
    Upon my sleeve
    And a little, a little,
    In my heart,

  • The value of things

    Fernando Pessoa, Portugal

    (Submitted by The Art of Living Team)

    The value of things is not the time they last, but the intensity with which they occur. That is why there are unforgettable moments and unique people.