to the poem: This
is the twelfth and last poem of the Cycle "Portuguese Sea".
Pessoa remarks that the spirit of the Portuguese is low and justifies
it by the exhaustion of the strength of the nation in surpassing
the Herculean tasks that had been met. He then appeals to God and
asks him to bring back the old spirit of Portugal so that we may
yet again conquer the Remoteness.
the night has come and the spirit is low.
So great was the storm and the strife!
What is left to us today, in the hostile silence,
Are the universal sea and a yearning.
But the flame, that life created within us,
If there is still life, 'tis not yet done.
The deathly cold concealed it in ash:
The hand of the wind may yet raise it.
Give the breath, the breeze - or misfortune or the eager desire-
With which the flame of endeavour is rejuvenated,
And again shall we conquer the Remoteness-
Of the sea or some other, but let it be our own!