XI
Violate any evidence, feed
the unspeakable, transcend reality, such must
be the reasons of the poem with this incompressible ardor
to establish ages, traveling the time, shape
the beauty. How do we know this task out
of achievement in our slowness dizziness, stubbornness
to achieve without this constant concern of a heart é o l the
muse as a job worries away others.
Today we claim innocence, a measured candor
the weight of experience, membership in this situation.
But tomorrow we shall be the heralds of carelessness, not
haves loves and links to always forge and
never ours work with warm shadow of the dreams of the ocean ?
What we now believe will be stained again
this element that makes the poem : The grace of the work,
Energy eloquence.