As I descended into impassable rivers I no longer felt guided by the ferrymen.
Life is the farce which everyone has to perform.
I found I could extinguish all human hope from my soul.
I went out under the sky, Muse! and I was your vassal.
One evening I sat Beauty on my knees – And I found her bitter – And I reviled her.
And from that time on I bathed in the Poem Of the Sea, star-infused and churned into milk, Devouring the green azures; where, entranced in pallid flotsam, A dreaming drowned man sometimes goes down.