"Driving the darkness away"



(...)The mystery of things? I have no idea what mystery is!

The only mystery is there being someone who thinks about

When you’re in the sun and shut your eyes,

You start not knowing what the sun is

And you think a lot of things full of heat.

But you open your eyes and look at the sun

And you can’t think about anything anymore,

Because the sun’s light is worth more than the thoughts

Of all the philosophers and poets.

Sunlight doesn’t know what it’s doing

So it’s never wrong and it’s common and good.


Metaphysics? What metaphysics do those trees have?

Of being green and bushy and having branches

And of giving fruit in their own time, which doesn’t make us

To us, who don’t know how to pay attention to them.

But what better metaphysics than theirs,

Which is not knowing what they live for

Not even knowing they don’t know?

“Inner constitution of things ...”

“Inner meaning of the Universe ...”

All that stuff is false, all that stuff means nothing.

It’s incredible that someone could think about things that

It’s like thinking reasons and purposes

When morning starts shining, and by the trees over there

A vague lustrous gold is driving the darkness away.(...)


Alberto Caeiro



  1. Uno

    The keeper of sheep... one of my favorite poets...

  2. Palapala

    also o eterno Pessoa

  3. sweetoof


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