LXXIII

Another alas has triumphed. There lies the truth.
And whoever acts so, won't he really know
how to train excellent digitigrades
for the mouse Yes... No... ?

 Another alas has triumphed and against no one.
Oh exosmosis of chemically pure water.
Ah southwinds of mine. Oh our divines.
 I have the right then
to be green and content and dangerous, and to be
the chisel, the fear of the crude coarse block;
to put my foot in it, and to laughter.

 Absurd, only you are pure.
Absurd, only before you does this excess
sweat with golden pleasure.