When I can look life in the eyes, grown calm and very coldly wise, life will have given me the truth, and taken in exchange - my youth.
Of my own spirit let me be in sole though feeble mastery.
No one worth possessing can be quite possessed.
Places I love come back to me like music, / Hush me and heal me when I am very tired.
I found more joy in sorrow than you could find in joy.
Life is a frail moth flying Caught in the web of the years that pass.