A poor fool had to me pestered,
Going after me as a known man:
'Where are your money? ' - 'In tavern.'
'Where is your heart? ' - 'In a slough pelted.'
'What do you need of me? ' - 'Nothing,
Except humbleness, as I have,
Except openness, as I have, pal,
And nothing excessive to that.'
'Why do you worm into the alien heart?
Go, go away, I need not.' -
'Why do you think, that we are two, pal?
Look round about. And what...? '
And, really (that was a great task) ,
I looked around - nobody near.
And looked into pocket - there nothing...
And looked into heart... burst in tears...
30 dec 1913
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