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Fernando António Nogueira Pessoa
June 13, 1888 - November 30, 1935
Poetry Listing
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| Poem Title | First Lines | Period | # Lines | # Reads | | 1: Antinous: A Poem | It rained outside right into Hadrian's soul. | | 361 | 140 | | 2: Sonnet I. | Whether we write or speak or do but look | | 14 | 137 | | 3: Sonnet II. | If that apparent part of life's delight | | 14 | 112 | | 4: Sonnet III. | When I do think my meanest line shall be | | 14 | 110 | | 5: Sonnet IV. | I could not think of thee as piecčd rot, | | 14 | 101 | | 6: Sonnet IX. | Oh to be idle loving idleness! | | 14 | 109 | | 7: Sonnet V. | How can I think, or edge my thoughts to action, | | 14 | 107 | | 8: Sonnet VI. | As a bad orator, badly o'er-book-skilled, | | 14 | 144 | | 9: Sonnet VII. | Thy words are torture to me, that scarce grieve thee | | 14 | 107 | | 10: Sonnet VIII. | How many masks wear we, and undermasks, | | 14 | 108 | | 11: Sonnet X. | As to a child, I talked my heart asleep | | 14 | 126 | | 12: Sonnet XI. | Like to a ship that storms urge on its course, | | 14 | 113 | | 13: Sonnet XII. | As the lone, frighted user of a night-road | | 14 | 116 | | 14: Sonnet XIII. | When I should be asleep to mine own voice | | 14 | 106 | | 15: Sonnet XIV. | We are born at sunset and we die ere morn, | | 14 | 110 | | 16: Sonnet XIX. | Beauty and love let no one separate, | | 14 | 113 | | 17: Sonnet XV. | Like a bad suitor desperate and trembling | | 14 | 114 | | 18: Sonnet XVI. | We never joy enjoy to that full point | | 14 | 102 | | 19: Sonnet XVII. | My love, and not I, is the egoist. | | 14 | 120 | | 20: Sonnet XVIII. | Indefinite space, which, by co-substance night, | | 14 | 117 | | 21: Sonnet XX. | When in the widening circle of rebirth | | 14 | 103 | | 22: Sonnet XXI. | Thought was born blind, but Thought knows what is seeing. | | 14 | 104 | | 23: Sonnet XXII. | My soul is a stiff pageant, man by man, | | 14 | 115 | | 24: Sonnet XXIII. | Even as upon a low and cloud-domed day, | | 14 | 110 | | 25: Sonnet XXIV. | Something in me was born before the stars | | 14 | 141 | | 26: Sonnet XXIX. | My weary life, that lives unsatisfied | | 14 | 115 | | 27: Sonnet XXV. | We are in Fate and Fate's and do but lack | | 14 | 111 | | 28: Sonnet XXVI. | The world is woven all of dream and error | | 14 | 113 | | 29: Sonnet XXVII. | How yesterday is long ago! The past | | 14 | 114 | | 30: Sonnet XXVIII. | The edge of the green wave whitely doth hiss | | 14 | 106 | | 31: Sonnet XXX. | I do not know what truth the false untruth | | 14 | 111 | | 32: Sonnet XXXI. | I am older than Nature and her Time | | 14 | 104 | | 33: Sonnet XXXII. | When I have sense of what to sense appears, | | 14 | 105 | | 34: Sonnet XXXIII. | He that goes back does, since he goes, advance, | | 14 | 111 | | 35: Sonnet XXXIV. | Happy the maimed, the halt, the mad, the blind | | 14 | 107 | | 36: Sonnet XXXV. | Good. I have done. My heart weighs. I am sad. | | 14 | 127 |
About:
Fernando António Nogueira Pessoa was a Portuguese poet and writer. The critic Harold Bloom referred to him in the book The Western Canon as the most representative poet of the twentieth century, along with Pablo Neruda.
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