They say I pretend or
All I write.
No such thing.
It simply is that
Feel by imagining.
I don't use the heart-string.
All that I dream or lose,
That falls short or dies on me,
Is like a terrace which
On another thing beyond.
It's that thing leads me on.
And so I write in the
Of things not next one's feet,
Free from my own muddle,
Concerned for what is not.
Feel?
Let the reader feel!
