Unveil, you poet, shrouded mind,
do not console with baits of youth!
Keep on rethinking all the time
to get the very gist of truth!
And if the Universe is destined
sometime to yawn with hellish darkness
and in a flash to turn the planet
an` all the living things to dust.
Will perish poet’s thought or not?
Will bring it him to other worlds?
So that to other shores could float
in finding sense and too good forms.