Go on thinking that you don't need to be read and you'll find that it may become quite true: no one will feel the need tom read it because it is written for yourself alone and the public won't feel any impulse to gate crash such a private party.
He who seeks rest finds boredom. He who seeks work finds rest.
But the wicked passions of men's hearts alone seem strong enough to leave...
The poem is sad because it wants to be yours and cannot be.
