Poetry files its complaint against the poet— poets, it claims, are worthless as human beings! So it hurls abuse, holds court in judgment, truly, poetry's birthplace is a wretched thing!
Though writing poems fills no one's belly, has anyone ever managed to bind the heart? So I'll keep writing this nonsense anyway... my grains of sorrow float and sink in poetry's waves.
How the days pass when I write stories, these writings are like my own children! They say jackals and dogs devour such tales, let them say what they will—I'll tend them with such care!