Translated by Daniel Mendelsohn
To my craft I’m attentive, and I love it.
But today I’m discouraged by the slow pace of the work.
My mood depends upon the day. It looks
increasingly dark. Constantly windy and raining.
What I long for is to see, and not to speak.
In this painting, now, I’m gazing at
a lovely boy who’s lain down near a spring;
it could be that he’s worn himself out from running.
What a lovely boy; what a divine afternoon
has caught him and put him to sleep.–
Like this, for some time, I sit and gaze
And once again, in art, I recover from creating it.
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Shorty
Modernism
2020
Ars Poetica
Alliteration
the repetition of the same letter or sound at the beginning of words appearing in succession
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