If wisdom is always saying what someone else has said
no wonder love is like it is;
no wonder all that’s new is trivial and dead.
O! Bright wings fanning platitude!
No wonder all my friends are gone and the new
tells me nothing of them—nor you.
Rare! sincere emotion, rare! an original thought.
I could have been a placid angel.
Instead I was a crackpot in a world of followers. I fought.