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A god can do it. But how, will you tell me, could

a man follow him through the narrow lyre?

His mind divides. Where two heart roads cross

there can be no temple for Apollo.

Singing, as you teach it, is not desire,

not the courting of some end to be attained.

Singing is being. Easy, for a god.

But for us, when are we? And when does he

cast all the earth and stars upon our lives?

It’s not, youth, when you’re in love, even

if then your voice forces open your mouth; —

learn to forget those songs. They elapse.

True singing is a different breath.

A breath serving nothing. A gust in the god. A wind.