Alberto Caeiro (Fernando Pessoa)

I saw that there is no Nature,
That Nature doesn’t exist,
That there are hills, valleys, plains,
That there are trees, flowers, weeds,
That there are rivers and stones,
But there is not a whole these belong to,
That a real and true wholeness
Is a sickness of our ideas.

Nature is parts without a whole.

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2 Responses to Alberto Caeiro (Fernando Pessoa)

  1. shinichi says:

    The Keeper of Flocks
    (1911-1912)

    by Alberto Caeiro (Fernando Pessoa)

    http://www.kushima.org/is/?p=54757#comment-176272

    XLVII

    On an excessively clear day,
    A day when you wish you’d worked a lot the day before
    So you’d have no work left to do,
    I glimpsed, like a road between trees,
    What might be The Great Secret,
    That Great Mystery false poets talk about.

    I saw that there is no Nature,
    That Nature doesn’t exist,
    That there are hills, valleys, plains,
    That there are trees, flowers, weeds,
    That there are rivers and stones,
    But there is not a whole these belong to,
    That a real and true wholeness
    Is a sickness of our ideas.

    Nature is parts without a whole.
    Maybe this is the mystery they talk about.

    This was what I hit upon without thinking or pausing,
    This must be the truth
    That everyone goes to look for and doesn’t find,
    And only I found it because I wasn’t looking for it.

  2. shinichi says:

    自然なんてない
    自然なんて存在しない
    あるのは丘、谷、平原
    あるのは木、花、草
    あるのは川、石
    でもそれらすべてが属する全体などない
    全体が実際に本当にあるなんていうのは
    私たちの考えが病んでいるから

    自然は全体のないたくさんの部分なのだ

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