To be a poet is to be louder , bigger
Than men! Biting as who kisses!
It is like being a beggar and to give whoever be
King of the Kingdom of Behind and Beyond Pain!
It is to have of a thousand wishes the splendor
And do not even to know what to want !
It is to have here deep inside a flaming star,
It is to have claws and wings of condor!
It is hunger, thirst of Infinite!
By elmo, the golden satin mornings ...
It is to condense the world into a single cry!
And is to love you, like that, madly ...
You being soul and blood, and life in me
And saying this singing it to everyone!
