I first read Fernando Pessoa’s work when I visited Portugal in 2022. His writing is delightfully melancholy and he is known for his exploration of his many alter-egos, or as we would say now in Internal Family Systems parlance, his many parts. This is an uncharacteristically optimistic poem of his.
I am a shepherd.
The sheep are my thoughts
and all my thoughts sensations.
I think with my eyes and ears,
my feet and hands
my nose and mouth.
To think a flower is to see it, and smell it,
and to eat a fruit is to know its meaning.
And so, on a very hot day,
sad at enjoying it so much,
I lie flat in the grass,
I close my hot eyelids,
I feel all my body, lying down in reality,
I recognise the truth, and I’m happy.