TrackingWriters, RequiredPoetry.

* ''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)
 
 So many live on and want nothing
 and are raised to the rank of prince
 by the slippery ease of their light judgements
 
 But what you love to see are faces
 that do work and feel thirst

 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)
 
 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

 (trans: A little RobertBly, a little anonymous internet)