A Dialogue of Self and Soul (by W.B. Yeats)

My Self. I am content to live it all again
And yet again, if it be life to pitch
Into the frog-spawn of a blind man's ditch,
A blind man battering blind men;
Or into that most fecund ditch of all,
The folly that man does
Or must suffer, if he woos
A proud woman not kindred of his soul.

I am content to follow to its source
Every event in action or in thought;
Measure the lot; forgive myself the lot!
When such as I cast out remorse
So great a sweetness flows into the breast
We must laugh and we must sing,
We are blest by everything,
Everything we look upon is blest.

詩，一切的開始與結束。

我的愛：

重歸文字似乎無可避免，如蜉蝣，在作別與永恆之間愛著，恨著。然而一切還是有所不同的，因為你，不為某種不忿，我保持全然的樂觀，自由。我曾是如此疲倦，如今我確定，這些文字必須擁有一種高度的明晰與策略，一種察覺，而我衷心地感激你在我身邊，你是我清醒的根。我已經不是那麼瞭解文字了，但這並不是壞事；我將重新摸索我們話語的結構方式，屬於我們的，也就是屬於我的。而這一切，將由短句，沈默，少言，開始。