The Muse of poetic trance exactly knows
Her earthly paths and heavenly orbits to go;
Behind each single word and solid line
There hides an eager harbinger of voyage.

Like everyone I want to realize
What should I know in this lifetime;
Like everyone I want to realize
What tricks of trade could help me to survive.

I turn my back to all the dark provision
To face the herald of enlightenment;
My tongue wields words, behind my ears
The Muse with wishes, her list is long.

I pick the true fruits of versification,
The gems against the blue-dark sky --
The fruits of night vigil counterpoised
Against the fruits of broad daylight.