Tragedy triggers genius and intelligence. Poetry is powerful when something is powerfully wrong. What a gentle, tender life I lead! I had bad dreams. They are responsible for this song.
In comfort, in happiness, joyfully my routines guide me through my sunny day. Last night dreams tortured me--- poetry---poetry! is on its way.
Happiness will never write a poem. And yesterday---happy, I was! But stretching out, a wooded landscape where tortured feelings resembled love, was the scene inside my soul as I dreamed. She was there! The one it pained me to love!
Present, the past, in many a dream's wreck. Senses come alive when destroyed! Reason tried on dresses. Torture wore rags. Sex made the child afraid. I deferred to evil. I was taught to be polite. There were persons lurking in the shade. I had bad dreams last night.
I am happy today, as I have been. The day is calm. I attend to my errands. The clock strikes. The sea is calm. There is hardly any wind. I know I am safe. I know I am right. My humility saves me. But I had dreams last night.
