The Amorous Shepherd is a fruitless interlude, but those few poems are among the worldâs greatest love poems, because theyâre love poems about love, not about being poems. The poet loves because he loves, not because love exists.
he woman Caeiro fell in love with. I have no idea who she was, and I intend to never find out, not even out of curiosity. There are things of which the soul refuses to lose its ignorance. Iâm perfectly aware no oneâs obliged to reciprocate love, and great poets have nothing to do with being great lovers. But thereâs a transcendent spite... Let her remain anonymous even to God!