What you give me, I cheerfully accept,
A little sustenance, a hut and garden, a little money
—these as I rendezvous with my poems,
A traveller's lodging and breakfast as I journey
through The States—Why should I be ashamed
to own such gifts? Why to advertise for them?
For I myself am not one who bestows nothing upon
man and woman,
For I know that what I bestow upon any man or
woman is no less than the entrance to all the
gifts of the universe.