I love the roses of Adonis’s gardens

I love the roses of Adonisʾs gardens.
Yes, Lydia, I love those wingèd roses,
            Which one day are born      
            And on that day die.
Light for them is eternal, since
They are born after sunrise and end
             Before Apollo quits
             His visible journey.
Let us also make our lives one day,
Consciously forgetting thereʾs night, Lydia,
           Before and after
           The little we endure

11 July 1914

PESSOA, Fernando, A Little Larger Than the Entire Universe: Selected Poems, Edited and Translated by Richard Zenith. New York /London, Penguin Books, 2006, p. 83