from the article:
¡Eheu!
Here, beside the Latin sea I tell the truth: I feel in stone, oil, and wine I, my ancientness Oh, what an old man am I, holy God! Oh, what an old man am I! From whence my song? And I, where do I go?
That knowing myself begins to cost me Do many moments of abyss And the how and the when…
And this Latin clarity what good did it do me, at the doorstep of the mine of the I and the not I…?
Happy dreamer, I believe myself interpreter of the secrets of the wind, the earth and the sea…
A few vague secrets of the being and the not being, and fragments of consciousness of now and yesterday.
How in the midst of a desert did I begin to cry out; and I watched the sun as if dead and lay down to cry.