A nada imploram tuas mãos já coisas, por Fernando Pessoa 📃🖋🇵🇹

Ricardo Reis — Fernando Pessoa’s classical, Stoic heteronym — wrote some of modernism’s most austere and formally accomplished meditations on mortality. This commentary examines one of his finest odes: a poem in which a dead woman’s hands become things, her name is forgotten, and only the poem itself survives to preserve a single, anonymous smile.
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Poetic Multitude, by Fernando Pessoa 🇵🇹✒️🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿

Born in Lisbon on 13 June 1888, Fernando Pessoa is best known for his extraordinary use of heteronyms — distinct literary personas, each with their own unique style, philosophy and voice  — a radical innovation that forever changed the landscape of modern poetry. On the 137th anniversary of his birth, we celebrate his legacy with the launch of our new ebook: a curated selection of his poetry in English translation, accompanied by critical essays on his poetics. Virtually unknown beyond Portugal during his lifetime, Pessoa’s work has since gained extraordinary worldwide recognition , securing his place among the great voices of twentieth-century world literature. Continue reading Poetic Multitude, by Fernando Pessoa 🇵🇹✒️🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿

Chuva oblíqua IV, por Fernando Pessoa 📃🖋🇵🇹

Fernando Pessoa (1888–1935) stands as one of the most enigmatic and influential poets of the 20th century. A Portuguese literary giant, Pessoa is best known for his creation of heteronyms—fully developed alter egos with distinct biographies, philosophies, and poetic voices. Among them, Alberto Caeiro, Ricardo Reis, and Álvaro de Campos each embody different worldviews, allowing Pessoa to explore multiple facets of modern existence and poetic … Continue reading Chuva oblíqua IV, por Fernando Pessoa 📃🖋🇵🇹

Chuva oblíqua II, by Pessoa 📃🖋🇵🇹

Chuva oblíqua, by Fernando Pessoa – in Orpheu 2., 1914 – translated into English 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿 and Italian 🇮🇹 by Enzo Martinelli © 2025 Enzo Martinelli Ilumina-se a igreja por dentro da chuva deste dia,E cada vela que se acende é mais chuva a bater na vidraça…Alegra-me ouvir a chuva porque ela é o templo estar aceso,E as vidraças da igreja vistas de fora são o … Continue reading Chuva oblíqua II, by Pessoa 📃🖋🇵🇹

Não sei quantas almas tenho, by Pessoa 📃🖋🇵🇹

Não sei quantas almas tenho, by Fernando Pessoa – from Novas Poesias Inéditas, 1973 – translated into English and Italian by Enzo Martinelli © 2025 Enzo Martinelli Não sei quantas almas tenho.Cada momento mudei.Continuamente me estranho.Nunca me vi nem achei.De tanto ser, só tenho alma.Quem tem alma não tem calma.Quem vê é só o que vê,Quem sente não é quem é,Atento ao que sou e … Continue reading Não sei quantas almas tenho, by Pessoa 📃🖋🇵🇹