Be ahead of all farewells as if they were behind you, like the winter that is just departing.
And now we welcome the new year, full of things that have never been
Resolve to be always beginning-to be a beginner!
But you, divine poet, you sang on till the end as the swarm of rejected maenads attacked you, shrieking, you overpowered their noise with harmony, and from pure destruction arose your transfigured song.
If we surrendered to earth's intelligence we could rise up rooted, like trees.
I want to be with those who know secret things or else alone.