True Life Is Elsewhere

I Dreamed Of Crusades, Voyages Of Discovery That Nobody Had Heard Of, Republics Without Histories, Religious Wars Stamped Out, Revolutions In Morals, Movements Of Races And Continents; I Used To Believe In Every Kind Of Magic. I Began It As An Investigation. I Turned Silences And Nights Into Words. What Was Unutterable, I Wrote Down. I Made The Whirling World Stand Still.

Idle Youth, Enslaved To Everything; By Being Too Sensitive I Have Wasted My Life.

Once, If I Remember Well, My Life Was A Feast Where All Hearts Opened And All Wines Flowed.

And From Then On, I Bathed In The Poem Of The Sea, Star-infused, And Opalescent, Devouring Green Azures

What An Old Maid I'm Getting To Be. Lacking The Courage To Be In Love With Death!