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I have no ambitions or wants.
To be a poet is no ambition of mine.
It is my way of staying alone.
Pessoa as Alberto Caiero


Take care, exclusive idolater of Christ: life
Is multiple, all days different from each other,
     And only as multiple shall we
     Be with reality and alone
Pessoa as Ricardo Reis

What do I know of what I shall be, I who don't know
   what I am?
Be whatever I think?  But I think so many things!
And there are so many people thinking of being the same
   thing of which there cannot be all that many!
Pessoa as Alvaro De Campos

 Bliind, Science is working the useless ground.
Mad, Faith is living the dream of its cult.
A new God is a word -- or the mere sound.
Don't seek and don't believe: all is occult
Pessoa as Pessoa (1922?)

Pessoa, Fernando. I Have More Souls Than One.  Translated by Jonathan Griffin.  Penguin Modern:19.  2018

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