The coming of wisdom with timeThough leaves are many, the root is one;Through all the lying days of my youthI swayed my leaves and flowers in the sun;Now I may wither into the truth.

• “一度我也曾英俊像个少年，但那时我生涩的诗脆弱不堪，我的诗神也很苍老，现在我已苍老且患风湿，形体不值一顾，但我的缪斯却年轻起来了。”