Presumptuous I attempted
To chisel as the sculptor
The figure of Eros
And though in our civilization
Even the least contribution matters
I made myself the laughing stock
Of myself firstly.
Then
With Poet's Art I drew Sweet Eros
Sweet Eros lovelier new-born babe
The limits and the summits of my Art I knew.
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