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- TrackingWriters, RequiredPoetry.
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- * ''Letters to a Young Poet''
- * Translations by StephenMitchell, RobertBly.
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- You see I want a lot
- perhaps I want everything
- the darkness that comes with each waking fall
- and the shivering blaze of each rising
- (or: of every step up)
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- So many live on and want nothing
- and are raised to the rank of prince
- by the slippery ease of their light judgements
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- But what you love to see are faces
- that do work and feel thirst
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- You love most of all those who need you
- in the same way that they need a useful tool
- (or: as they need a crowbar or a hoe)
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- You have not grown old and it is not too late
- to dive into your increasing depths
- where life calmly gives out its own secret
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- (trans: A little RobertBly, a little anonymous internet)
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