Then a fearfully sweet, overpowering emotion would take hold of me-as though all the nighttime beauty looked at me accusingly, stars and mountain and lake longing for someone who understood the beauty and agony of their mute existence, who could express it for them, as though I were the one meant to do this and as though my true calling were to give expression to inarticulate nature in poems.
Hori nola posible izan zitekeen, horretaz ez nuen inoiz gogoetarik egiten, baizik eta gau eder beroa, egonezinean, joran mutuz, nire zain sentitzen nuen.