Have you learned the lessons only of those who admired you, and were tender with you, and stood aside for you? Have you not learned great lessons from those who braced themselves against you, and disputed passage with you?

I dance with the dancers.

The beauty of independence, departure, actions that rely on themselves.

What beauty there is in words; what a lurking curious charm in the sound some words.

We convince by our presence.

I too am not a bit tamed, I too am untranslatable.

Are you the new person drawn toward me?