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But The Problem Is To Make The Soul Into A Monster

I Am The Slave Of My Baptism. Parents, You Have Caused My Misfortune, And You Have Caused Your Own.

I Dreamed Of Crusades, Voyages Of Discovery That Nobody Had Heard Of, Republics Without Histories, Religious Wars Stamped Out, Revolutions In Morals, Movements Of Races And Continents; I Used To Believe In Every Kind Of Magic. I Began It As An Investigation. I Turned Silences And Nights Into Words. What Was Unutterable, I Wrote Down. I Made The Whirling World Stand Still.

But, Truly, I Have Wept Too Much! The Dawns Are Heartbreaking. Every Moon Is Atrocious And Every Sun Bitter.

The Sun, The Hearth Of Affection And Life, Pours Burning Love On The Delighted Earth.