Christmas
A God's born. Others die. Reality
Has neither come nor gone: a change of Error.
Now we have another Eternity,
And always the one passed away was better.

Blind, 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.

(? 1922)
'Selected Poems' translated from Fernando Pessoa by J.Griffin.