Волны

           Bysuchsignswediagnoseourfriends’diseases."Donot,inyouraffluenceandplenty,"youseemtosay,"passmeby.""Stop,"yousay."AskmewhatIsuffer."

           ’Letmethencreateyou.(Youhavedoneasmuchforme.)Youlieonthishotbank,inthislovely,thisfading,thisstillbrightOctoberday,watchingboatafterboatfloatthroughthecombed-outtwigsofthewillowtree.Andyouwishtobeapoet;andyouwishtobealover.Butthesplendidclarityofyourintelligence,andtheremorselesshonestyofyourintellect(theseLatinwordsIoweyou;thesequalitiesofyoursmakemeshiftalittleuneasilyandseethefadedpatches,thethinstrandsinmyownequipment)bringyoutoahalt.Youindulgeinnomystifications.Youdonotfogyourselfwithrosyclouds,oryellow.

           ’AmIright?HaveIreadthelittlegestureofyourlefthandcorrectly?Ifso,givemeyourpoems;handoverthesheetsyouwrotelastnightinsuchafervourofinspirationthatyounowfeelalittlesheepish.Foryoudistrustinspiration,yoursormine.