Fernando Pessoa #04 - Yes, It's Me

If we can make the stark (& perhaps unfair) distinction that one is either contained by the world or that one contains the world inside oneself, then Pessoa, in this poem signed by Campos, belongs to the second category. Campos here contains the world, observes it like a little crystal ball inside a secret room, where no one else is permitted to enter. & by the power of containing the world inside himself, he is not in the world nor can he enter it.