it is my fate
to be a bard
who sings out loud,
although unhearing
winds are blowing
this is my state -
i am a poet
who sings out loud
when no ear wants
to listen
this my delight
to be a poet
who sings out loud
my words are
supple starbright
this is my poem
it is my trade,
to sing out loud,
whether in
glut or famine
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