Itâs the poet we love in Caeiro, not the philosopher. What we really get from these poems is a childlike sense of life, with all the direct materiality of the childâs mind, and all the vital spirituality of hope and increase that exist in the body and soul of nescient childhood. Caeiroâs work is a dawn that wakes us up and quickens us; a more that material, more than anti-spiritual dawn. Itâs an abstract effect, pure vacuum, nothingness.
